Changes

Change is good. Even when sometimes it doesn't feel like it at the time, in the end it's almost always for the better.

And then some changes are good right away.

As I've written about here, at the end of May I got back into my "slightly obsessive diet and fitness program". I've been struggling for most of that time, not with keeping on it (typically when I set my mind to something like this, I don't have trouble keeping with it), but with not getting too nuts about it. I've lost over 12 pounds, which surpasses my "first" goal of 11 pounds, and I've got 10.4 pounds left to my "Normal BMI" goal.

While the scale hasn't been moving as much as I'd like (average of 3 pounds per month), I have noticed some definite changes in my body. I can actually feel my hip bones standing up. I look even more "deflated" than I have before (and my desire for the plastic surgery has returned) and my bra size has gone from a DD to a D. My face looks a little more even, too. And laying down, things feel much more 'normal' to me than they've felt before. This is all good.

Change is good.

When I feel good physically - when my body is healthy (fiber, protein, vitamins GO) and I can see and get the mental buzz from the effort I have put into getting healthier - my sex drive increases. I think nearly everyone is like that. The better you feel, physically and mentally, the more confidence you have - the sexier you feel.

Right? RIGHT!

Now if I can just stay with it for another 10 pounds, and if I could wrap my mind around tossing my Marlboro Lights for good, life would be really sweet.