In the mornings when I log on and flip through the feed I'm always in awe of the people who post out, I've lost 175 in two years, I've lost 80 pounds in 10 months. Wow. How can you not be impressed? What incredible dedication to their goals. Then there's another group. The ones that post out, I lost half a pound, I lost a pound and they creep along. Not quite the fanfare, no marching band cheering them on but week after week they plod along.
I am in that group, I am a turtle and proud to be one.
It took me over 2 years to get my routine back, to embrace the lifestyle I had created and loved and stop regaining weight. Almost daily I'd come on here, attempt to find that happy place and not quite able to get my ducks in a row.
But I kept trying.
Finally out running I was overcome with the elated feeling of both feet flying through the air and that ah ha moment engulfed me. I knew I was back.
The first week I lost .8 of a pound. Ya, I know, you are in awe of my awesomeness.
This has continued week after week. Some only .2 of a pound, sometime as much as 1.6 pounds but week after week there has been a loss and I've lost 15 of the 40 I had regained for a total of 65 pounds down
Each week I'm excited to note the loss, even the tiny ones, they all add up. While the losses add up I'm gaining moments that make me smile.
I've raced the afternoon sun around an empty lake to get a 5K run in before dark. (I won)
I've sat on top of my favourite million year old rock and over looked where I love to run. Your problems really seem small when you are sitting on a million year old rock.
I've taken the path less traveled.
And been rewarded with so much beauty all around me.
My clothes are fitting better, my skin is healthier and I feel great. Being a turtle still comes with fantastic rewards, you just have to make sure you recognize and appreciate them.