~Losing Weight~

I have lost weight. I know I look a good. Not the target weight yet but on my way surely.

I have been here before so I know what it is like. In the front of my mind I wonder how long it will last.

With repetition comes experience and new knowledge along the way. About me, calories, exercise and diets, what works, what I like, what I will do.

It looks so easy, when compliments flow and clothes sit just so without trying.

But we know it was not. It is not.

I exercise almost every day at home or in a class. I am on the move still up at night trying to get the damn thing done so I can go to bed.

And eating, as rule I eat what I like and don’t eat when I am not really hungry. Every indulgence has a price. I cook differently now, less stuff more water. It must taste good and fill my plate. But there is less of the rice in it, less of the beans in it and a lot more fillers. Like onions and veg and water.

So don’t stare at my flat abs in envy please. The legs raises and crunchies nearly killed me. My thighs cry out when it is time to do the squats. And those push ups? I hate them.

Oh yeah nice cute butt, I know. Those plies, the degage, the bar exercises don’t play.

It is hard work losing weight. And still this stage one.

Maintaining the weight that is the real test and the psychological bits bulimia? anorexia? Yo-yo?

To lose weight I have changed who I am but for how long who knows?