So I just “got real” with my weight data (means I actually looked at the numbers) and see that I’m down 48.8 lbs since June 28. When I recommitted to following a diet plan for 13 weeks, I never would have dreamed that I would actually lose 50 lbs. It was an unsayable goal, something so ridiculous that I wouldn’t speak it because it was so unlikely. Also, I didn’t want to set myself up for disappointment, or worse, feeling crushed that yet again I didn’t succeed.
Well, I’ve done it! I’m more than halfway. I don’t know where I want to end up, but I know it’s less than 50 lbs more. I’ve been scale averse for much of my adult life and could refer to less than ten “weigh-ins”– doctor’s office, start of a fitness program — in the last 25 years. There were 2 stints at Weight Watchers, but I’m now below the weights at which I stopped attending.
It’s probably far too early to spend much time thinking about this. However …
Maybe I should target a BMI = 22, which would be 170 lbs. The last time I was at that weight I was 16. And, I was still carrying one or two extra meals, if you know what I mean, when I was 16 at that weight.
Face pixelated to protect the identity of a minor.
Not that I wouldn’t be delighted to see that number on the scale, and that body. Well, let’s be realistic, there are +/- 25 30 (ack! I’ve lost my ability to subtract) years worth of gravity that’s got to be accounted for.
How did you set your goal weight? What suggestions do you have for someone who wants to get back (Thanks Leanne!) to somewhere she’s really never been?