What's Your Most Recent NSV

mrsbarnett1012

Fitting into a pair of jeans I'd held onto for several years (2 sizes smaller than my peak) and fitting into them comfortably!

peggym4640

Today I went to spin class for the first time in 10 months. I got sweaty, dirty and totally killed it. It felt so good to push myself physically. And as an added bonus, I left with NO SCIATICA PAIN!!! WOO HOO!!! I've struggled with a sciatica issue since April 2017. I haven't been to spin or been on my bike in many months hoping it would get better.

motivatedmartha

peggym4640 wrote: »

Today I went to spin class for the first time in 10 months. I got sweaty, dirty and totally killed it. It felt so good to push myself physically. And as an added bonus, I left with NO SCIATICA PAIN!!! WOO HOO!!! I've struggled with a sciatica issue since April 2017. I haven't been to spin or been on my bike in many months hoping it would get better.

As a fellow sufferer I feel your joy!!

Severen725

My clothes are fitting better, my shoulders are getting their shape back and I can see my collar bones again!

moodybear2003

Buying pants the next size down!

VUA21

So I uploaded my pics on another thread "Does this uterus make my belly look fat", showing normal posture, good posture, and flexed and posed. Holy crap!!!!! I'm freaking out a bit. I spotted my abs (barely, but flexed, I can see them starting to poke out just a bit).

Madwife2009

My beloved five year old had to have a (very) minor operation under GA today (GA due to risk of causing further damage if she was conscious during the op).

Major, major, major stress (normally stress = forget everything and eat everything).

I really struggled to sleep last night, so watched the clock tick the night away until I couldn't stand it any more and at 5am got up and went to the gym.

Strike one for keeping it together.

My little girl and I then walked to the hospital for 8am (almost two miles, bless her, but she wanted to walk). Without breakfast as she wasn't allowed any and I couldn't actually eat . . .

Strike two for keeping it together.

After the worst hour of my life, I was allowed into recovery to see her. The nurses knew that I hadn't eaten (must be a thing with worried parents) and offered me tea and biscuits when they offered my daughter a drink and something to eat. I accepted the tea but declined the biscuits.

Strike three for keeping it together.

Got home (with little one) and DH offered me something to eat that just wasn't healthy. At all. I declined and ate some fruit, as I knew that lunch was just around the corner.

Strike four for keeping it together.

The op was successful, my beautiful little one has recovered from the GA and is back to her normal self, although a little more clingy than usual (= guilty mummy for wanting to go for a short bike ride). Daddy persuaded my little one to snuggle with him for an hour as he knew I needed to de-stress.

Strike five for keeping it together.

With the support of many, many people, including at least twenty NHS staff (I came across some of the most caring people EVER today) and my lovely family. Without them, I'd have stuffed my face (especially as I was tired and stressed) and not exercised.

My only lapse all day was needing a caffeine fix whilst my little one was in theatre. Not supposed to have caffeine but I really needed it.

But all is good and I may actually get some sleep tonight

workinonit1956

@Madwife2009 I’m glad all is well with your daughter. Hope you both sleep well tonight:)

jdubois5351

Madwife2009 wrote: »

My beloved five year old had to have a (very) minor operation under GA today (GA due to risk of causing further damage if she was conscious during the op).

Major, major, major stress (normally stress = forget everything and eat everything).

I really struggled to sleep last night, so watched the clock tick the night away until I couldn't stand it any more and at 5am got up and went to the gym.

Strike one for keeping it together.

My little girl and I then walked to the hospital for 8am (almost two miles, bless her, but she wanted to walk). Without breakfast as she wasn't allowed any and I couldn't actually eat . . .

Strike two for keeping it together.

After the worst hour of my life, I was allowed into recovery to see her. The nurses knew that I hadn't eaten (must be a thing with worried parents) and offered me tea and biscuits when they offered my daughter a drink and something to eat. I accepted the tea but declined the biscuits.

Strike three for keeping it together.

Got home (with little one) and DH offered me something to eat that just wasn't healthy. At all. I declined and ate some fruit, as I knew that lunch was just around the corner.

Strike four for keeping it together.

The op was successful, my beautiful little one has recovered from the GA and is back to her normal self, although a little more clingy than usual (= guilty mummy for wanting to go for a short bike ride). Daddy persuaded my little one to snuggle with him for an hour as he knew I needed to de-stress.

Strike five for keeping it together.

With the support of many, many people, including at least twenty NHS staff (I came across some of the most caring people EVER today) and my lovely family. Without them, I'd have stuffed my face (especially as I was tired and stressed) and not exercised.

My only lapse all day was needing a caffeine fix whilst my little one was in theatre. Not supposed to have caffeine but I really needed it.

But all is good and I may actually get some sleep tonight

I'm at awe at your composure! Nothing tells us we're REALLY on the right journey than keeping it together when we're tested like this! Congratulations! All the best to your little girl

GemimaFitzTed

I wrote the following this on my newsfeed this morning:

"I just need to remember: the process works. And it's gradual. More importantly, it's not a sprint.

For the past week, my weight has been hovering and not going down. I was doing everything right - weighing all my food, making a concerted effort to be active for 30-60mins a day, getting quality sleep and making sure CI < CO. Everyday I stepped on the scales and nothing. And everyday I recited in my head "Believe in the process. This is not a sprint; it's an enduring marathon". I stayed positive, reread my journal and remembered how to deal with my triggers.

Over the past two days, the numbers on the scale dropped, by 0.9kg (or 1.98lbs). My biggest trigger for quitting is my negativity. And thanks to my newfound ability to do journalling, I now know what to do with that trigger. I will add this post to my journal and will reread when the next time I am at a plateau."

My NSV is that I didn't freak out with a plateau, despite how early on in my journey. I trusted the process. I stayed positive and I focussed on the end goal. I didn't let my triggers get the better of me. I did everything that was right and more importantly, I didn't beat myself up about it.

Severen725

My workplace brought Krispy Kreme donuts. I didn’t take one.

jdubois5351

Well, about three months ago I bought a sports bra on a whim. The I tried it on, the girls didn't really fit in, and I could beryl close it. So in the closet it went. Damn, a stupid waste of good money! Anyways, today I was short a bra, so I remembered the new one. Whaddaya know - the girls sit comfortably and I easily closed it on the smallest setting. Won't fit much longer, though, I suspect

Also, I was trying on my work pants (I only wear them rarely), and damn, they're MUCH too big. I can get by with a belt for now, but not for much longer, I think ...

Take that, scale!

Debgreasby2018

I bought these jeans from primark 4 weeks ago, size 14 and couldn’t get them over my bum. The scales haven’t shifted for the last 3 weeks which has been very frustrating but this proves to me that I am retaining water from being mid cycle and having increased my weights routine.
So happy right now.

Madwife2009

Well, my beloved five year old is definitely back to normal as she woke us up at 6.30am this morning, demanding breakfast (in the nicest possible way)

NSV: 55th Parkrun this morning, had a decent (for me) time

(whispers: I may have joined a running group)

(whispers even more quietly: I am seriously considering training for the local half marathon next year)

anl90

My friend told me yesterday the outfit I was in made me look really slim. I did a happy dance on the inside. lol

mrschwarten

Great job everyone!!

I only ate a bunch of macarons in Paris! Not a million! Not too shabby This week with my folks here I practiced a lot of self control. I'm pleased over all. No particular instance stood out, it was just a good week! I also was a little more assertive with them in other areas (there's been some family drama and we needed to sort it out). Instead of just agreeing with whatever they said to make them happy, I told them the truth from my end. They weren't happy, but I was. Heartbreak for them, yes. But I have 32489544 less pounds on my shoulders and I need to take care of myself first.

JaydedMiss

Bitter sweet but i have to go get new photo ID taken because my face in the pics is 100 pounds heavier and i got rejected from entering a club with my friend last night for her birthday xD

mkculs

I was pulling on a pair of jeans and realized, "These aren't mine." I didn't think they'd fit, but they did--and a size 16, when last time I wore jeans, they were an 18 or 20. I found out I had pinched them from my sis--was staying at her house, did our laundry, and packed her pants with my stuff when I left. I sent her two new pairs, I was so happy!

Candyspun

I mastered chest hooping today! I have bruised my décolletage, but that’s par for the course.

ginjennie

I was helping my husband turn our mattress and normally I can barely lift it. Was shocked that not only could I lift it but could have probably done the job myself. All those pushups and jumping jacks must be paying off, despite gaining last month.

bootyrubsandtacos

I can COMFORTABLY sit in Indian style on my bed. I haven’t been able to sit in Indian style since I was in middle school!

My palate has completely changed in the past 6 months. I really noticed it when I was walking in the bakery isle in the grocery store the other day. I was going to treat myself to a slice of cake and then I realized I didn’t really want it lmao. I don’t crave fast food much either. 500 cals for a small mediocre cheese burger and 6 tiny onion rings just isn’t worth it to me. I rather cook something amazing.

ecrosby512

Wearing shorts in public.

alteredsteve175

bootyrubsandtacos wrote: »

500 cals for a small mediocre cheese burger and 6 tiny onion rings just isn’t worth it to me. I rather cook something amazing.

Exactly. Lately, I've been grilling homemade burgers and potato wedges at home. Like a burger and fries - only better! #haveityourway

workinonit1956

ecrosby512 wrote: »

Wearing shorts in public.

Oh my yes!!! I can’t remember the last time I wore shorts at home, let alone in public, before quite recently. Today, I’ve been out and about sporting my size 6 white shorts .

intrigame23

Weighing myself once a month as a strategy to deter discouragement that comes with those weight fluctuations has been working. I weighed myself in June at 246 lbs. In July I was 240.6, and at the end of August I was 235.6. I'm so happy it's working!

Real NSVs:
My leg strength is increasing.
I can walk up stairs easier.
I feel stronger all over.
Last week I got to the gym for 5am M-F.
My size 16s fit again!

AustinRuadhain

I can wear a pair of jeans that did not come past mid-thigh at the start of summer.
When doing yoga, I can now stretch noticeably more.
I can go up and down stairs quickly and without getting out of breath in just one flight.

tbright1965

85.5 miles on my bicycle this weekend.

Average speed: 16.0 MPH

Woot!

Top Speed 33.5 MPH

Woot!

VUA21

I was told that I have "Runners legs" at a party, by someone that does 1/2 marathons for fun, followed by the compliment of noticing that I have "nicely developed calves, quads and hamstrings".

Guess all that running is noticable. 😊

kimothyschma

I've been struggling this summer, but y'all are so inspiring. Thanks for this thread, it is so uplifting.

Madwife2009

At my daughter's junior parkrun this morning, I was asked by one of the other volunteers (who is a hardcore runner - half-marathons/marathons/spartans, you name it, all over the country) if I was participating in our local half- marathon next week.

After I'd picked myself up off the floor where I'd been rolling around in laughter, I realised that he was actually being deadly serious . . . and that no-one else who'd heard his question was laughing either . . . does this mean that they think I am actually capable of completing a half?

Right now, I can manage a 5k and maybe stretch it to 7k on a good day but a half marathon is like, 21k? I mean, really?

(goes back to quietly whispering that I may start training for next year's half marathon . . .)