I just need to crow a little. I joined the gym and started exercising on November 7. Since then I have been going to spin class three times a week, and if I miss a class (only did that twice) I use the elliptical or bike on my own the next day, so I'm still getting a 45 minute workout 3x a week.
It has now been a full month. I'm so proud of me! I weighed myself again on Friday, and was somewhat disappointed to see that I haven't lost any weight. I feel stronger, though, and there is a subtle but noticeable difference in my shape. I don't know if anyone else can tell, but I can.
My main goal for exercising, other than general health and fitness improvement, was to get rid of this darn poochy baby-belly that has been hanging on (and increasing) for three years now, since Emma stopped breastfeeding. I don't mind the thighs and rear as much as I want the belly gone. Presumably, if the belly goes, the rest will firm up along the way. And I do believe that the belly is going!
I weigh more now than I ever have before. I truly don't care what I weigh, if I feel healthy and good about myself. The point being that I was starting to not feel healthy and good about myself or the way I looked.
The exercising is working. I'm actually enjoying it, and can stay with it. This is good.