I’ve lost 6 pounds. I know that in the grand scheme of things, this is nothing—especially considering that I have about 70 more to lose, but in the past it has been virtually impossible for me to lose weight. I’ve gone to the gym for months at a time and have thought that I was doing a good job, but end up losing say 10 or 15 lbs over the course of several months and toning up quite a bit, but I never lose anything this early on.
According to my doctor, I have the worst possible type of metabolism. Even with the thyroid meds, though they boost my thyroid function, my metabolism virtually stands still. We recently upped my Synthroid dose quite a bit, but I have to do twice the work of a normal person to make any sort of difference, so I’ve been doing just that over the last 2 weeks. I’ve gone to they gym for an hour a day, 5 days a week. I’ve tracked my calories and all that jazz in a fancy tracker for my Blackberry. For the first time, I am actually holding myself accountable, and I think it is helping. I feel better than I have felt in a very long time.
I’d be lying if I said that hearing that my new boss is a body builder and fitness aficionado in her spare time isn’t somewhat motivating. I don’t want to meet her in my current schlubby state. Plus she’s younger than me. I need to get moving.
Speaking of the job, it is going ok. Yes, ok. I am one week in and I feel like my head is going to explode with all of the new information. I am doing a lot of absorbing. I made a huge error on my very first project; it was fixable, but you know, I really wanted to shine. It’s harder than I thought it would be. In the good way though. I’m happy.
But I am glad it is the weekend.