I don't even know why!! I've lost 32 freaking pounds! That's not chump change, that's not two days of eating low sodium and watching water weight waving bye-bye, that's a major number.
But, I've taken so long getting here, and have so much longer until the end, which doesn't seem like it's in sight just now.
Went to Goodwill last weekend, in search of smaller jeans. Apparently everyone in my town donated their size 16's, and while I was happy to take them at 50 cents each pair, I was really looking for 14's to see how much farther I have to go. There were 2 pair of 14's and they looked like remnants of my childhood, acid washed, pegged ankles, high waisted, baggy thighs. I tried them on and laughed myself silly, made my dd laugh too. Not only were they miles too short, the two sides of the waistband were so far apart I couldn't even gauge how many inches. (These were the 14's of yesteryear, not today.) By the way, those 16's? Really amazing on my rear. . .
Went for a walk OUTSIDE last night, didn't even die. There was no moaning and groaning about how far away the house was, there was even an inkling that I'd like to go a little further tonight. I was sweating and red faced, though not panting and hyperventilating like I did the first few times. Progress. . .
And by far the biggest win for me, the dreaded vending machine at work. I haven't seen the inside of the break room for over a month, I don't know what's stocked in that machine and I don't care. I have failed to plan (packing and remembering to bring lunch every day) a few times, but didn't resort to fast food or junk food.
So, my plan is working, and I knew it was going to be a slow and steady life change, baby steps if you will. So why am I in such a big hurry now? Sorry for the ramble.