June was a magical month -- so magical that I didn't manage to post an update. (I was afraid of breaking the magic spell.)
- I received the highest award granted by my professional association -- and I felt proud (not hideous) as I walked to the front of the room to receive this most humbling and unexpected award.
- I spent three exciting days in New York City, attending the #140YOU conference at the 92nd Street Y -- a conference devoted to health and wellness. During the conference, I was able to connect with others who are transforming their lives by making health a priority and to share my weight loss journey with others. I met so many incredible, inspiring people.
- My fitness level soared! Physical activity has become something I do every day, like having my morning shower and making my coffee. (Hey, sometimes I don't even have my coffee every day anymore. There is some serious change happening around here!) When I first started working out at the beginning of the year, It was hard work for me to do 25 minutes on the treadmill at 2.5 mph with zero incline. This morning, I did 90 minutes on the treadmill at that same speed -- but with an incline of between 6 and 6.5 percent. Some days, I jog on the treadmill for extended bursts of time, using the interval training or weight loss settings. And I no longer feel close to death if I walk up one of the big hills at the cottage. I see them as a way to get my heart-rate up while logging some steps at the same time.
I haven't been near a scale lately (my trusty digital scale is back home, whereas I have been up at the cottage, working on my new book, so my weight loss stats are about a week-and-a-half out of date). I'll be updating them tomorrow when I weigh in again back in the city. But I can tell that I'm still making steady progress, simply because of the way I am feeling: so strong, so healthy, so alive.
I am really looking forward to buying some new clothes. My wardrobe options are pretty limited right now. It's a good thing it's summer time. Right now, I'm surviving on a couple of pairs of shorts, a handful of denim skirts, and a few tank tops. While I'm going to postpone any major wardrobe acquisitions until fall, I'm going to have to pick up at least one summer dress -- and soon. I've got two family get-togethers in the coming weeks.
Some family members haven't seen me since I started on this journey. It will be interesting to see how they react. I'm realistic enough to know that some of their comments are likely to be less than fairy-tale perfect. I can't let what they say (or don't say) throw me off course. After all, I don't have anything to prove to anyone but myself. Unlike Cinderella, I don't need to have a handsome prince or a fairy godmother tell me that I'm beautiful or worthy or good enough.
I can do that for myself.