8 weeks

No, not 8 weeks pregnant... 8 weeks in a row not missing a day of exercise.  Whoohhhhooo!  I really can't say enough about what a great thing this has been.  Knowing that I HAVE to fit it in somewhere, somehow, no matter what.  The other night around 7pm after an exhausting day I was sitting on the couch finally relaxing and it hit me that I hadn't gotten my workout in.  There was no whining, no excuses, no rationalizing it away.  I just got up and did it.  Because I had to.

The best part is that I'm slowly losing some weight, without counting calories.  In the past the only way I could drop lbs was to meticulously record every single morsel going into my mouth.  And that is a lot of work!  Don't get me wrong, I think that if you're struggling to lose weight this has to be done from time to time because otherwise there is no way for you to really get a feel for portion sizes.  Not to mention the appreciation of the fact that a grande white mocha from Sbux has almost as many calories as a Quarter Pounder with Cheese.  But at the end of the day I really want to set a healthy example for my kids, especially if I have a daughter someday, and so I think that weighing and measuring all of my food constantly is no way to go through life. 

In other news, I did get the rest of my lab results back yesterday.  My TSH was like 3.6ish which is technically considered normal but for fertility purposes they like to get it down around 2.25.  So I'm going back on my Synthroid for awhile which might help me lose weight even faster, so that's a bonus.  Unless I get pregnant, which is actually on the agenda for this month.

Seth is talking up a storm these days.  Tomorrow he'll be 22 months so I will try to compile some details for the occasion.  He is my little cutie patootie, for sure.