Lately, people are starting to notice a few more pounds that have come off. I decided I needed more help and more accountability. (When you live alone, there is NO ONE when you eat most meals, and I am definitely lacking self-control.) Therefore, I joined Weight Watchers.
I am being honest (most of the time - Christmas vacation was a little tough). I am being held accountable. I am seeing results from good choices.
And for the first time, readers, a new thought popped into my head last night during my workout.
Looking into the mirror, I began the "I don't like..." thoughts and then stopped. I like my shoulders. I am seeing definition in my upper body, AND I liked how my legs looked last night in my workout pants. They looked strong, muscular, and allow me to move and workout. Now while I may not like them yet in shorts, I don't EVER remember a time where I was okay with my legs, let alone say they look good.
Progress, people, progress.