it's a simple math equation. Really. ~week 6~

Well. The past two weeks were good. Not great, but good. I know I have to stop weighing myself 47 times a day, and I have to stop this obsession. Yes, it has slowly become an obsession. No, it has not taken over my life yet; the last time I checked, my kids were still more important than my weight. When I started, I've planned to do the wike (walk+hike) about 3-4 times a week. 45 minutes, 2 miles each session, I figured it was good. Somehow I did a 6-day wike one week, and ever since then, I can't seem to stop myself. It's slowly becoming like an addition; can you believe it? Rosina addicted to exercising is like seeing a cow jumping over the moon. No, that was even more likely to happen. But it feels good.

I am not a fan of different types of "diets." Carbs are welcome, sweets are welcome, fats are welcome, as long as I can get rid of them at the end of each day. Three years ago, when my sister and I went to Germany to visit my mother, I came home with an astounding discovery. Eating three GINORMOUS meals a day, plus snacks in between for 2 1/2 weeks (and they were all in their original forms, fats, carbs and all,) I came home 5 lbs. lighter. All the walks in those German towns and the hikes in the Italian Alps (yeah, it was quite an experience) contributed to the result. Also, I realized their portions were smaller. Ever since that trip, I have in my thick head made up my mind, I will not ever involve myself in any of those fad diets. I'll eat anything and everything (which, was fairly an easy decision to make.)

This past week was week 6. So far, I have seen some amazing results. Nothing feels better than fitting into those jeans I wore before Abigail was born. That's the reason I keep going. I take my kids with me, so they get to see the passing cars and feel the morning dew. I actually enjoy my wikes. Even though I feel more like a tortoise than a hare, at the end of the story, the tortoise wins.