In terms of weight, I think I may have been at my most content in the last decade-plus in mid to late 2013. Since then, the pounds have crept on, slowly sometimes, in six big plates of pasta eaten in Italy at other times.
I have been trying not to stress about it, but to focus more on good food choices and plenty of activity.
As always, I made a list of resolutions this year, among them, getting back to my "happy weight zone," which is defined by me as the 8-10 pound range where I felt the best. Technically, it's a 10 pound range, but it's only my lowest weight in the last decade plus 8 pounds -- meaning if I ever got back down to that weight, and then lost 2 more pounds, I'd still be in the happy range. If I lost more than that, I'm sure I'd look better, run better, and possibly feel better, but given the way I view food (joyfully, full of love, often a treat, something to savor and enjoy, rather than just fuel), and the foods I like, if I dropped below that weight it would probably mean cancer or some other illness. So it's a 10 pound range in my head, but in reality, an 8 pound range.
So anyway, as of this morning, if I could lose a little less than 2 more pounds, then I will only be 5 pounds away from the very top of my happy weight range!
That's still a lot of work (almost 7 pounds of it), and I'm not underestimating that, but it's closer than I've been in months. Yeah!
Buuuuuut... right before Mardi Gras... Oh well, hopefully with a few more months of good choices and bonus workouts, I might get there. And when I'm back in the happy range, then I can keep going and get toward the middle of that range. Or even the bottom, but one step at a time.
If I define a workout as a single session of weights or running at least 30 minutes, then right now, I'm usually doing about 9 workouts per week -- two boot camps, one long run, three runs in the 5-7 mile range, two commute runs, and one extra class (twice this year it's been spin, and that's definitely growing on me).