The second is that somehow, everyday this week, with the exception of yesterday (because most of the day was spent playing in the water with no pedometer on me) I went over 12,000 steps. I've slacked on real workouts, but I'm still moving. I'm chasing kids around the playground. I'm climbing steps, slides, ladders. I'm running bases during a game of baseball. Our newest love at work is Ga-ga, and it definitely keeps me moving. The kids love it, and honestly, I guess I do too.
The crazy hot weather here has my appetite down. I'm eating healthy, that's not the problem. It's that I'm just too busy, or too hot/sweaty/tired to find the will to eat. I'm finding little things that work better for me: easy to grab snacks on the go, extra water bottles always ready to grab. It's helping, slowly.
I stepped on the scale this morning. I'm less than 5 pounds from hitting my first weight goal. It's a bittersweet feeling that I can't really explain.
And somehow, it's nearly midnight so this shall end in as weird of a way as it started.