Yeah, this happened today:
I haven't weighed under 200 pounds since before my son was born in 1987. I'm 54. You do the math. I'm beyond thrilled. I'm proud. I'm feeling accomplished. I'm also very relieved because I had set my goal of being under 200 by the end of the year. Feels really good to hit it more than a week early. Since June I have lost 72 pounds. My next goal is to hit 175 by my 10th wedding anniversary on April 16th. Since I'm about at the halfway mark in my weight loss, I've been told this is where it will really slow down, so instead of 10 pounds lost per month I'm estimating about 6.25 pounds lost per month. If it is slower, so be it, as long as each month shows loss.
A couple NSVs (non-scale victories for you newbies) I've had in the last few months starting with the probably way TMI ones that only the very morbidly obese of us can really identify with:
I no longer have to worry about tinkling in my pants. My excess weight caused so much pressure on my bladder that I developed light bladder control problems. That's gone now!
I can now properly clean myself after the toilet. There. I said it. If you have never experienced the worry of bowel movements while not at home, you should count yourself lucky. Being so heavy that your arms can not reach to clean your nether regions is difficult. If you have arthritis, like I do, it's worse. It means showers after using the toilet, even if you had one an hour ago. If you aren't at home, you hold it as best you can and if you can't...well...you get really creative and I'll leave it at that. This is one of my most treasured NSVs...even if it is the ickiest.
I've lost 68 inches off of my neck, chest, waist, hips, upper arms, thighs, and calves since June.
I can reach both hands behind me and have them meet.
My 5 year-old grandson can wrap his arms around my middle when he hugs me and his hands touch in the back.
I felt something weird rubbing against my sides when I was walking the other day and lo and behold, it was my own elbows! My upper arms have always been so heavy and big they prevented my elbows from touching my body.
I can carry my 1 year-old granddaughter so much easier and longer.
I have so much more energy!
Speaking of energy - 5 year-olds have it in abundance! Spent a good part of this afternoon singing and playing with my grandson. We were singing Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer in honor of our antler headgear when I snapped this picture.
Merry Christmas, Joyous New Year, and as always, I love you all.
Never give up - Never give in!