Even though I have many more pounds to go to reach my goal, it seems like such a milestone to say I've lost 25 pounds. I think I'll say it again:
I've lost 25 pounds!
This week I lost two.
My average daily caloric intake was way down this week – only 1077 per day, which I realize is too low. I found myself a couple of days just not even wanting to eat, either because I was busy or because I just wasn't hungry. This is quite a milestone for me – who ever heard of not wanting to eat just because you're not hungry? [You emotional eaters will know what I'm talking about!]
I averaged 105 minutes of intentional activity each day this week, including a rest day, and burned an average of 659 calories per day.
My dad and his wife just left to continue their journey south. It was such a treat to see them. They haven't been here in four years, I think. However, seeing my dad's poor health and limited mobility was difficult, and that increases my motivation to follow my 'get-healthy' plan. [Especially the weight training.]
I gave them a week's worth of menu plans and explained how to combine low-fat protein with good-quality carbs, but they're both of an era where bread is made of white flour, green beans are cooked in bacon fat and meat is fried. Dad's wife is a tiny little thing; her metabolism must be on fast-forward all the time. Dad? Not so much. And while I can do little more than sympathize and try to make things comfortable for him when he's here, I can certainly do much more to prevent the same challenges from limiting my golden years.
Thanks to all of you who read, e-mail and leave comments. You're keeping me on track, and I appreciate it so very much.