All summer long I've been working my butt off to try and get back into shape. I have been running 3-5 miles three or four times a week and working out with a boot camp group twice a week. Despite all of my efforts the past two plus months I still was at my highest weight in long time. It was very frustrating. I think a hormonal imbalance (once again) is to blame since I have been having other problems associated with that as well. Still, I kept at it.
I could feel myself getting much stronger and tried to be satisfied with that while ignoring how tight my clothes felt. I decided to focus on being healthy and strong, and tried to ignore the number on the scale. And I decided to take my kids along with me on my healthy journey.
On my running days I would come back, drink a bit more water, leash up Molly, and then the kids would join me for a run around our neighborhood.
Thanks to my workout crew I pushed myself harder and further as well. And wouldn't you know it, as summer winds down (and the swimsuits are soon to be put away) the numbers on my scale are finally (and slowly) coming down. Ah well. Better late than never.