It’s a pretty number, isn’t it? Six is the number of pounds I’ve lost since January 1. 
It’s been a really rough eight weeks and lots of factors have conspired to try and stop my exercise/weight loss regimen. Stress also plays a factor, but y’all know about that, don’t ya?
I’ve had eczema breakouts (steroidal cream - can you say bloat/gain?), schedule disruptions, enough drama to fill Shakespeare’s works, and a truly hellacious writing schedule (my own fault, but I love it anyway). Yet here I am, still going strong and I’m down SIX pounds. I’m really pleased with myself, can you tell? In two weeks I start a belly-dancing class with two friends. Oh man that’s going to be awesome! And it should definitely help with my exercise goals - I do use my stepper every other day (except today, I could barely crawl out of bed I was so tired), but that won’t help my belly fat. I hate that stuff.
The crappy thing is that three years ago, I lost 50 pounds. Yes, 50! Then I gained back 10. Okay, no big deal, then it crept up and up and suddenly I’d gained back 30 pounds. 
So my goal is to lose that 30 and an additional 10 by my 40th birthday in November. Using my rudimentary math skills, that leaves 34 pounds to go.
Game. Face. On. 
Anyone else out there?
I don’t own a scale and only weigh myself occassionaly when I see one. I stay around the same weight and as long as my jeans fit I don’t worry about it. I walk about a half mile everyday, and try to eat right, no nasty corn chip snacks and no pop. In the winter I am usually a little heaver cause I can’t get out and golf.
by Dianna Poke February 22nd, 2007 at 4:42 pmSeveral years ago my daughter went into a slump and really packed on the pounds, then onday she decided to get fit, she changed her lifestyle, more excerise ( 8miles a day on a treadmill), no junk food, she lost 50 pounds in four months. She has maintained this for over 2 years.
Belly dancing sounds fun, is a pole dancing class next?