End of week 11
I think I broke my record of consecutive weeks of consistently hitting the gym. I’m actually pretty proud of myself for getting this far. And I think I am focused enough to keep going. Workouts are feeling good, diet is going well. Once I got into the habit of making my meals for the day ahead of time instead of always going out to eat, it got really easy.
I even went shopping yesterday as a reward since a lot of my pants are getting sloppy too big. Now, before I started, most 10s would fit and the occasional 8. Yesterday, all 8s fit as well as the occasional 6. So what did I buy? The 6 of course. When I told my husband the pants I tried on for him were a 6, he looked at me and asked "So that’s why you bought them?" Duh, of course. I mean, I needed pants and I had a choice between a pair that fit in a size 8 and one that fit in a size 6. Is there even a doubt to which I would pick? He just shook his head and walked away.
