As promised, I have progress to share!

2 weeks ago I started on a commitment to get healthier and shed these last few preggie pounds that have been hanging on. The plan was thus: Jazzercise 3 times per week, portion control, limited sugar (and processed foods in general), and more balanced eating.

I didn’t do perfectly, of course. The first week I only got to Jazzercise twice, and the second week only once. But I’ve been working out at home too – Pilates for the lower body, special “girly” push-ups (that are anything BUT girly!), and your basic ab exercises. And I indulged in dessert a few times, which wasn’t part of the plan, but it was all right. I made a deal with myself that if I made the dessert, like from scratch, I could have a serving. Or if it was a special occasion.

I did have the most DIVINE slice of red velvet cake at a family party, and then a teeny slice of the chocolate layer as well. But dangit, I saved up my calories all day for that! So nope, I don’t feel the least bit guilty. I enjoyed every luscious bite.

I’m discovering the fun of low-fat baking. I have a couple of cookbooks with several recipes for everything from cheesecake to brownies using some of the most clever substitutions I’ve seen. I’ll be exploring this new genre and will share the tasty (or not) results with all of you!

Now, on to my progress:

I haven’t lost very many pounds, but I’m down into the range I’m shooting for! I haven’t been there since I got married. I don’t measure my progress primarily on the scale anyway. I consider the scale just one of many indicators of how much progress I’m making.

My biggest indicator is my appearance and how my clothes are fitting. For my husband’s work picnic I slipped into my absolute favorite pair of capris, which just two weeks ago were indecently tight. I was so thrilled by that victory, I didn’t mind skipping the ice cream and pushing our nearly 20 pound baby up steep hills all over the zoo in his stroller. Yeah, husband pushed the stroller occasionally, but the thing is, he’s so tall he has to bend over to push it, and his legs are so long he kicks the stroller if he takes just regular strides. So I do most of the stroller-pushing. But I don’t mind. It’s a great workout! And I get to make faces with the baby – bonus! Hee hee hee…

I’m seeing results amazingly fast. All my pants and a lot of my shirts are starting to become loose. Apparently my body has insane muscle memory…

So we’re doing good! I can keep up with this method for another two weeks. I hereby pledge not to step on the scale again until two weeks from today. Which means I think I’m going to hide the scale. It sits out in our bathroom and it’s so hard to resist.

Round 2 – GO!