I realize I haven't blogged in a while about my weight-loss journey...but that's just because there hasn't been much to say. I am still going to the gym almost every day. I quit drinking. I've started drinking green tea to unwind in the evenings instead of wine. I haven't lost any weight. I don't have more energy; as a matter of fact I have less. But I am getting stronger; I was able to carry a non-working 32-inch tv out to the curb last week, by myself. And my jeans fit a little looser, but not loose enough to switch to a smaller size. My face is a little thinner, and my chin is a little less...double. So, although I am starting to look a little better, I'm frustrated that it's taking so long for so little results.
I started working out in December. It's been over four months, and I still weigh 170 pounds. I want to weigh 110. I was 110 when I got married. I was young and thin, but not strong. So it might be a bit unrealistic for me to expect I could get back to that. I would settle for 120 if I have to. For right now, I'd be thrilled with just seeing any number lower than 170 on the scale.