What's Your Most Recent NSV

totaldetermination wrote: »

I finally (after 7 months and 50lbs down) had enough calories left in the day for my all time favorite desert, which comes in packs of 2. I have been eyeing it in the supermarket for so long.
In my pre-MFP days, I used to easily eat 3 packs (ie 6 deserts) in one sitting. I bought a pack; pre-logged both and began eating.

The first mouthful was heaven. I was eating so slowly and really savoring the flavors and textures. After a few mouthfuls, I was surprised at how rich and sweet it was. I didn't remember it being that strong. Yet still I enjoyed it so much, and admit that I was literally scraping the bottom with my spoon.
Time for the second one.
Then I realised as much as I really enjoyed it, I didn't want another one. It was just too sweet. I spent the remaining calories on something much more savoury.
So now the second one is sitting in the fridge.

I didn't think I would ever chose not to eat one.
I didn't think I would ever have the will power to have one sitting in my fridge and not be tempted to eat it. never. like, really - never.

Pipsg1rl wrote: »

in 2012 I lost 20 lbs and bought a pair of WHBM jeans. (a nice splurge)

in 2013 I started a job in the "corporate" world and let all my hard work go to waste.

Starting again in August of 2013 I began to work again, but not obsessively/hardcore... at a nice pace for me.


Today I'm in those jeans again.

dianahoo wrote: »

In September 2011, my brother-in-law was badly injured at the Reno Air Races when one of the planes crashed into the crowd. He was in a coma for 6 weeks, and once he began to come out of the coma, he struggled hugely in trying to do even the simplest things, like sitting up on his own. As I watched him work so hard, I decided to take on a physical task that was a challenge for me. I wanted to honor his amazing attitude and commitment to becoming stronger by doing something that I had never been able to do -- and that was to do a pull-up. A few months later, he was beginning to lift small weights and to exercise regularly. I told him about my commitment to do a pull-up (I was still a long way away), and he challenged me to a race to see who could do one first. I agreed, convinced I would beat him. He was, after all, recovering from a serious brain injury and had also lost most of the fingers on one hand along with the loss of an eye. Happily, Bill managed to do his pull-up about 4 weeks later, in February 2012. Me on the other hand? I continued to struggle. But, I'm proud to announce that I finally did my pull-up about two weeks ago, and I've done several since then. I cried like a baby when I finally accomplished my goal. So, yes, it's a bit sad that it took me 2 1/2 years to do a pull-up, but it's one of my proudest accomplishments ever!