Saying goodbye to 30 kgs

In the last post I wrote, I basically summarized how I motivated myself into deciding to lose weight.
It was january 2011 when things really started picking up, 5 kgs was a great start, and I was feeling good too, like I had achieved something fitness wise- I was finally capable of taking my exercising further. 3 months prior to this my mother had bought me a set of Zumba dvd's as a gift after she saw how determined I had become about exercising, yoga-ing every night religiously as I was. I had tried one dvd, barely kept up with it and felt very much like a certain floppy sack of bricks (see last post). But I was different now, I was fitter, not marathon fit mind you but at a point where I was ready to step it up a notch or 5. I started with my one dvd, much like my yoga routine, one on-hour dvd everyday, I gave myself a time limit this time too, I wanted results within two months and boy did I get them! Again, my diet wasn't given much thought, baby steps is my approach, exercise first- diet later.

It was hard, sweaty work, and I know dance-based workouts aren't everyones cup of tea but these suited me just fine, once I'd done the same dvd a few times I started to remember which move would come next, I developed favourites and looked forward to them while dreading those extra hard songs.
 They say its best to workout bright and early in the morning, I'm sure that works great for those select few who wake with a sparkle in their eye then spring out of bed like an over-zealous daisy ready to take on the day, but for everyone else, myself included, finding the motivation to work out in the morning was an impossibility, so I workout at night. I live in a house with 3 other adults (parents and eldest sister) who don't necessarily have it in them to be supportive or encouraging, and I wasn't working out so I could be ridiculed (even if they wouldn't have done that, those closest to you sadly can be the most discouraging when it comes to self-improvement), I also didn't feel the need to draw attention to myself.

Making weight loss a private matter, something you do for yourself that requires no justification on your part is extremely important, if every time you pick up a salad someone pointedly eats a cookie in front of you, you aren't going to hold out very long now are you?

Anyway back to exercise: By the end of february I had lost 12 kgs, again not an incredible amount but its the difference between 95 kgs and 80 kgs, which as anyone in this weight range knows is a big difference. For the year that followed I continued working out, I even added a few extra dvd's into the mix just for variety. Cardio Ballroom with Julianne Hough, Kettlenetics, Pilates, just to name a few.


It is now March 2012, I am 70 kgs and trying my hardest to get to 60 <---- This is my ultimate goal.. where diet, exercise, and the previously mentioned cookie disaster which has prompted my blogging all come into it.