Twenty-one days are done and the challenge is over. I had hoped to finish strong, but Katie was home for the weekend and we went to dinner to celebrate Taylor’s new job and I wasn’t able to do my workouts because Katie brought a friend home and I didn’t want to be caught exercising by said friend and I’m sure I had a couple of other reasons, but they have escaped me.
In the end I only lost two pounds and two inches total. I was a little disappointed but not surprised. My metabolism is so out of whack. If I had done this challenge eleven years ago – before I was 40 and before I went through chemo and all the associated treatment – I would have shrunk a size or more. But it’s not eleven years ago and I’m not under 40 and I barely shrunk at all.
What I am is 2 pounds and 2 inches closer to my goal. Of course, it’s going to take me about 2 1/2 years to get to that goal, but whatever.
On another positive note, I am stronger than I was three weeks ago. Todd’s been doing a Veteran Suicide Prevention Awareness challenge. For 22 days he’s to do 22 push ups (today is day 21) and the other night he was showing off his pecs. So I was joking with him about my pecs and when I “went to make a muscle” I surprised myself with a real live muscle! I may or may not have kissed it.
So really I probably lost more like three pounds because I’m pretty sure my arms are carrying at least a pound of brawn.
Thus ends my 21-Day-Challenge posts. For the next several days I will be channeling Chip and Joanna or maybe the Property Brothers. I will be turning my sitting room into an office so I’ll have a dedicated work space instead of spreading out all over the entire house. The image in my head is a lovely, Pinterest-worthy office. We’ll see how close reality will come to fantasy. Stay tuned…