Tomorrow my “baby” will be 25 months old.
Shocking. I know!
When I got pregnant with that “baby” I was maintaining my weight around 145. That was 10 lbs up from my lowest, which was too low (and too hard to maintain) and down about 65 from when I started this crazy adventure.
A few weeks ago I decided it was time for me to stop pursuing this random number because I, well, honestly, I’m ROCKING IT. I’m loving CrossFit, I’m practicing yoga when I can, I’m eating consciously, I’m super active with my boys, I’m…
Living the life I want to live
…and THAT is my ultimate goal.
BUT — and I’m not ashamed to say this — when I hopped on the scale this morning and saw this…
I was pretty ecstatic.
It’s funny, but I really think less focus on the number is a key ingredient to success for me. It takes a lot of practice to truly weigh in and see it just as data. Over the past 8 years I’ve gotten really good at it. I still smile at it like this morning, and sometimes I angrily give it the finger, but at the end of the day I refuse to let it deter me from that TRUE goal of living the life I want.
I should add, I’ve been rocking my nemesis of night-time snacking. The past few days I’ve been having one CONSCIOUS “treat” after the kids go to bed. That means no mindless pantry raids, no handful of The Husband’s chips, no bottomless boxes of crackers. or hordes of chocolate. Instead I’ll enjoy a VitaCake ice cream sandwich, or some yogurt concoction I make up, or even just a piece of fruit.
I can’t help but think it’s been helping. :)
OK, enough about me this week! How are you guys doing?! Leave your weekly update in the comments. Looking forward catching up with everyone!