I love non-scale victories. They’re the little things that let you know you’re losing weight in real life, real time, in a concrete abstract way.
For example, I can now walk through the subway turnstiles without turning sideways, and my hips don’t brush the sides anymore.
I fit in a single bus or subway seat better.
Clothing that used to be too tight is loose.
Clothing that I had taken in so that it would fit better had to be taken in *again*.
I don’t get out of breath going up subway stairs anymore.
My knees don’t hurt, my hips don’t hurt, I’m sleeping better. Its great.
I move better, I move more. I love walking.
When I come to my parents house, I use their treadmill, and do a few miles that way. Yesterday I had my best NSV. I was walking hard, and decided to start running. And I jogged. A quarter mile. And instead of passing out or hurting or wanting to die, I just slowed down back to walking. And then after a while, I did it again.
I haven’t done that, like…ever. But now I’m in better shape, and did it!
Plus, I think I’m finally done with smoking…that helped. Had a smoke yesterday with friends, and didn’t like it.
Oh, and after all that jogging and walking on the treadmill? (2.25 miles, btw) I went and walked on the boardwalk at the beach with my friends, and did about another mile or so. Go me!
