Dance Like No One Is Looking {WW}

This is one of those posts that I hesitate to write. Not because I don't want to share it, but simply because I really don't want this to be a "look at me" thing. And yet I'm excited to share, too, because I've been working really, really hard. And so I share. Hopefully to encourage others. To motivate. To offer up hope from a fellow struggler.

Today I hit the 25 pounds LOST marker. 

Right on the dot. 

It feels SO hopeful to already be at 25 pounds lost and it's only January. Bathing suit season is still several months away.  

OH HAPPY DAY.

I still have a bunch to lose, but I'm not focusing on that today. 

I'm focusing on the every-day journey I've taken over the past 3 months. Through Thanksgiving, through the Christmas season and all its parties. Through New Year's Eve.

It took one day piled onto another day piled onto another day of good choices that got me to this point.

And as I've said before, if I can do this, 

YOU CAN TOO. 

I PROMISE. 

I'M SO SERIOUS AND SO HOPEFUL FOR YOU.

And your struggle might not be a weight journey. It might be a journey of changing other bad habits in your life. Or of changing your attitude or how you relate to someone in your life.

But whatever your struggle, I just know you can do it.

In my Weight Watchers meeting this morning I was asked to share a bit about how I've had this 25 pound loss. I shared how I really do believe the program works. It's do-able. It's sustainable. It makes you change your lifestyle and how you view food. I'm not starving myself. I'm not depriving myself. Over the past 3 months I have had everything that I love to eat. In moderation. I love that Weight Watchers does NOT say that you'll never be able to eat pizza again. Or French fries. Or chocolate chip cookies. It does say that if you eat it, you count for it. You track it and you eat it in moderation.

I find that I have been planning ahead each day so that I'm not just putting mindless calories/food into my body. I bring snacks with me instead of all of a sudden feeling like I'm famished and racing through the closest drive-through because I must.eat.now.

I've been very purposeful about exercising. A lot. I go to the gym regularly. I lift weights. I row. I use machines. I wear a pedometer that tracks the miles I walk each day and I have LOVED that motivation. I'm sure it isn't for everybody, but it is for me. LOVE that tool.

And as always, after I was driving away from the meeting I got to thinking, "Oh, I wish I would have shared this or that." 

I wish I would have shared that I have had INCREDIBLE support from my family and friends through this journey. They think I can do this. And when I'm with them they make healthy food options available so that I have options to eat. They want me to succeed and they're helping me to succeed by not putting huge temptations in front of me. They order salad, too, when we go out to eat. That's huge because if someone else has fries, I WANT FRIES.

I also really wanted to share, but refrained, that I think a huge piece of this weight loss journey for me has been God showing up. People are praying for me. I'm praying for myself. And I believe that God answers prayers. I really believe that with all my heart.

And so, with 25 pounds off my body I might just go turn up the music and dance a little jig in my living room, because, well, the jiggling will be 25 pounds less. Which is a really good thing. And no one is around and they say that we're supposed to dance like no one is looking. 

So if you drive by my house and see a crazy person dancing around like a maniac, you'll know who it is.  

Just nod and keep driving.