Until St. Patrick's Day when I had my first weigh-in, and changed my life. What made me go? I'm tired of standing in front of the mirror and crying because I felt I looked disgusting. I hated when I needed new clothes, because I'd cry in the dressing room when nothing fit, and I'd have to find a higher size. I got tired of feeling so sluggish and bored. I got tired of not wanting to be intimate with my husband because I was either feeling too sluggish or because I didn't feel attractive.
The first week, I was down to 309. The second week, 303. The next few weeks, I only had losses that were in the decimal places. I got frustrated, but I realized that a loss was a loss, and it wasn't a gain nor a ZERO. I also realized that I had so many big loss weeks, that it was okay if I had a couple of small loss weeks.
This past week, I really pushed hard. I ate my points, did my walking, drank my water, and finally bought vitamins.
Today's weigh-in merits celebration for three reasons:
1. I have now reached (and surpassed) my 5% weightloss goal!
GOODBYE 300'S...YOU WILL NOT BE MISSED!
I hope to use this natural high that I have, right now, to keep my momentum going!