Thursday, October 18, 2012

The Importance of Numbers

I hate being obsessive about anything. And, generally speaking, I'm not.

I don't care if my house is a little cluttered or if the vacuum hasn't been run for a few days.
I can't tell you the last time I dusted. (But I know the last time it happened, Jim did it.)
It doesn't bother me to wait and wash the supper dishes the next morning.
There's almost always a pile of dirty clothes beside my bed. (Mostly because I get ready for bed in the dark because Jim's already asleep.)
If the clothes on the closet shelves are a little haphazard, that's okay.
The only reason I keep the car cleaned out is because Jim has to drive for his carpool.
I go out with wet hair and without make-up on.

But numbers have become very important to me...even to the point of being obsessed with them.

I keep track of calories like nobody's business. I don't make a food choice in a restaurant without at least worrying about how many calories it will "cost." And if I can check the nutrition guide ahead of time, I do.

I keep track, to the second, of how long I walk each day. 
I keep track of how far I go (to the extent that I can). 
And I keep track of my pace.
And the number of days each week that I walk.

I step on the scales daily for the weight numbers and weekly (or so) I check the body fat numbers.

There's the number of repetitions I do with the conditioning exercises. And I try to go above the goal number on most of them.

I watch the numbers as my clothing size goes down.

You want to know what number totally made my day today?


That was my weight this morning. It means I broke through the 25-pound mark.

You want to know another number that overwhelmed me today?

75 and counting.

That's how many people have "liked" my FB status from this morning where I announced the 25 pounds gone. 

I can't begin to explain how incredible it is to have that tangible show of support. This is, for the most part, such a solo undertaking. Yes, I have my support crew - Jim, Sandi, Matt, Kim - who cheer me on. But for the most part, this is a quiet endeavor. The progress is slow and hard to see on a daily basis.

So I just wanted to say thank you. It means so much to know there are people pulling for me. It truly gives me the inspiration to keep going.



  1. Way to go, Jenni! You are a real inspiration to me. Wish I lived closer because I'd soooo be with you on those early morning walks!

    Blessings to you!