I don't know how much less.
But less. Definitely less. And also so much more.
What on earth am I talking about?
2+ months ago, I joined a gym with a good friend of mine (Christy). 7 weeks ago, we started a twice weekly Boot Camp to kick our butts into gear. 6 weeks ago, as one of our classes, we took a fitness test. Today, our last class, we redid the fitness test.
I will share my results once I have them in writing so that I know I am being completely accurate.
But I can tell you that my pants are too big. And that I can feel muscles in my legs and arms. And that I was able to run more of today's mile than I could 6 weeks ago.
I feel like there should be fanfare and excitement. But I feel kinda blah this afternoon. Not sure why. Maybe because there hasn't been any fanfare and excitement? This was a huge accomplishment for me and I'm not feeling a big surge of accomplishment or pride. Maybe once I see all my numbers in print... maybe then I can celebrate more.
Let me tell you something else. I have no idea how much I weigh. I know a ballpark and will even share it with you... definitely over 200 lb. I made the mistake of stepping on the scale a week or so prior to starting the Boot Camp and the number was so dismal that it almost made me quit the gym right then and there. I will not step on a scale again for a long while. Especially since the type of exercise I am getting is really building muscle and not just burning fat. And it has been very freeing to not have a scale or tape measure in my future. Because I am measuring my success on how I feel and what I can do and that feels awesome.
OK... maybe there's a little bit of fanfare... excitement... celebration...