Making a bad situation, good.

Over the past year, my doctor has been wanting to put me on cholestrol medicine because my numbers are elevated and because of my family history. Since swallowing pills is a phobia of mine, chewing cholestrol medicine once or twice a day, for the rest of my life, was NOT something I was going to give in to easily.

So, when the time came for my 6 month recheck, it landed around the time of Lent. Every Lent I give up sweets/snacks, anything along that line. I usually lose a few pounds over those 40 days too. Anyway, I got my blood test done and yes, my numbers dropped. They were still over average, but the doctor didn't try to push the meds on me this time around.

About 3 months ago, my hours got cut at work. The issue was now what do I do from the time I drop Chris off at school at 7:40, until the time I have to go to work at 8:45? With insane gas prices, driving around was out of the question, and most stores don't open until 9 or 10. After several days of mulling ideas around in my brain, I came up with the idea of working out. I talked my mom into rejoining Planet Fitness and now, every morning, we work out. Depending on traffic sometimes its only 25 mins, but hey, I'm still moving, right?

I noticed a difference about 3 weeks ago when all my bras began to gap at the top. Okay, I'm all for losing weight, but THERE??!!!! So, off to Victoria's Secret I go to get measured, and yes, I went down a size, but the cup size stayed the same. Huh? But, okay, I'll take it.

And today, I finally got the courage to try on a pair of jeans at Bon-Ton, in a dress size smaller. The straight leg was tight, but I could zipper and button them. The boot cut - fit fabulous. And where my initial "celebration" reaction was let's go out to eat....I quickly came back down and felt more inspired to keep going.

Now, I'm not stupid, I know the minute I stop working out, I'll gain the weight back, and then some, so, I just have to make sure I keep at it. Even on those mornings where the cat laying on my head, along with my husband's snoring, kept me up all night, I just have to DO IT.

So, getting my hours cut initially, was an issue, but I took the unfortunate situation, and turned it into something positive. Now, if I could just learn to do that in other areas of my life....*sigh*