Okay, as promised, here's my Coldwater Creek size 8 city-fit mini bootcut jeans photo.
I took it at the gym before I did my workout for the day. Today was a 37-minute speed program I found here on Spark. Then a Zumba class. I love Tuesdays. I get to do this and then feel good about getting my workouts done, then come home and watch The Biggest Loser (yay Kim, wish she'd won). I suppose I'll have to find something new to get excited about on Tuesdays now that the finale is over. : )
Actually, when I found out they had 7 months to lose their weight, I felt pretty good. In seven months I've lost 57 pounds, which isn't too hateful, considering I didn't spend most of it on The Ranch.
I was thinking about something when I drove home from the market on Saturday (farmers market where I sell produce). I was really starving. But I had already planned what I was going to eat when I got home and had had one mid-morning snack and breakfast. I pass a lot of food places on my hour's drive home. But I never felt the least bit tempted to stop and buy a fries and a sandwich (I say fries first because that's what I usually crave).
This was amazing to me, the more I thought about it. What I felt was . . . free. I didn't feel deprived, I didn't feel angry, I didn't feel cheated that I can't eat that stuff. I don't WANT to eat that stuff. I don't even like how it tastes anymore, based on the last time I let myself get a small order of Wendy's fries a few months ago. They are just NOT WORTH IT. But I AM!!! This sense of freedom from the tyranny of old trigger foods is phenomenal, and not something I expected.
Right now I have 33 more pounds to go. I am hoping that maybe I can get there by the time we have our hometown fall festival. But I don't care when, really. I just know I'll get there. My daughter's wedding is in mid-July, and though I won't be at my goal weight then, I will definitely look fine. :D I might make it by mid-September for the festival, but I will without doubt make it for our December 30th anniversary beach trip.
I've finally gotten to the point that I feel successful. Each five pound loss from here on out is just more success. I think it's really important to let yourself feel that long before you get to the actual number goal. Even on days/weeks when I stall out, I really do recognize that I've come a long way, and that keeps me from getting so aggravated that I give up.
I'm looking forward to being one year past reaching my goal. That maintenance will be a true sign of going all the way. But in the meantime, I'm going to remember to enjoy each stage of the journey.
p.s. I just realized I started trying to lose weight a year ago today! This is a good marker, then. I began by watching portions, and then by fall I got more serious with regular exercise and tracking food. It was a slow start, but steady. As the fabulous Jen says (FitFabJen), it's all about progress and persistence, not perfection.