It has been a whole month since I weighed myself. We don’t have a scale here. And it feels both odd and liberating. I just have to go by how things feel and fit.
And I can report that there seems to be little change. Which is a victory, considering how much Kona coffee ice cream, chocolate covered macadamia nuts, kahlua pork plate lunches and coconut pudding I’ve been putting away. I never eat that kind of stuff back home… but here it’s new and exciting and… irresistible…
So it’s good to know that despite an increased calorie intake, I am staying about the same size. Everything still fits.
And the reason for that is increased amount of walking. According to Bitbit, my fitbit ONE, last week I logged 40 miles. That’s just walking with hubby to his work each morning, going shopping, and running errands. When you don’t have a car, it’s easy to rack up those walking miles!
And I’ve also started doing a simple upper body routine with an 8lb dumbbell and I hang (and then unhang) laundry 3 times per week.
And while I don’t feel stronger — I still get winded walking uphill to the house, I know that I am getting stronger. And that helps make the sore feet and shoulders worth it.