Friday, October 26, 2012
Seriously, for the last couple days, I've been in the BEST mood! I don't know if it's the cool temps, the beautiful leaves, fun conversation, or the fact that the damn scale finally moved in the right direction, WooHoo!
I've been in the 170's since MARCH! Today I saw 170.0. I got off and on 3 times! I know it could go back up next week, and yes, it'll suck just like it sucks EVERY time the scale goes up. But this is the lowest number I've seen since July. I haven't been able to get past 171. This is HUGE for me! To celebrate I had a dance party!!! I've been dancing around my office all day and singing all evening. The kids are telling ME to be quiet, they can't go to sleep, WHATEVER!!!!
It made me think about a conversation I had with my dad about my weight. He's really concerned that it affects me as much as is does. He's SUPER proud of all I've done, but he's afraid I'm hell bent on losing the last 20 "at all costs." Now, he's seen me eat, but he doesn't think I eat enough. The problem is, he's so used to me shoveling it in, even after 2 1/2 years of eating smaller portions, it's still kind of shocking to him. He's afraid I work out too much, especially now, with the bradycardia. But the "at all costs" really bothered ME.
I'm pretty competitive, and when I got on this roller coaster, I set a goal for myself, like we all do. I want to weigh 150 pounds, that would mean I've lost more than half my starting weight. I'll still be 25 pounds overweight, but that's another blog. It's true, I'm an all or nothing type girl, always have been. But I don't know what he thinks I'm going to do to speed up this process. I'm pretty sure, it can't go much slower, lol!
I'm really proud to say that I did this ON MY OWN (without surgical intervention... you all know I couldn't have done this without my sparkly peeps!). Like a lot of you I'm sure, I thought about the surgery, and decided it wasn't for me, so I decided to go old school. I've learned SO much about myself during the last 2 1/2 years, and as frustrating and hard, and downright crappy as it is sometimes, it's been one hell of a ride and I'm glad I'm doing it this way.
This process can be overwhelming to say the least. But it's the little things... like seeing a new number on the scale, beating my mile time, and fitting into a smaller pair of jeans, that help me remember WHY I'm STILL doing this.
I'm on such a high right now, I don't know what to do with myself!!!! WOOOOHOOOOO!!!!!!!