When I first came across the idea of setting minigoals, I wasn't sure what I should use. I thought one nice one might be getting out of the 40+ BMI "morbidly obese" category--since, after all, health is my primary motivator, and the word "morbidly" is wicked scary.
I thought another good one would be the halfway point. It's classic, symmetrical, and provides me with a nice little mental push. "Hey, you're closer to the end than to the beginning!"
Finally, I thought that weighing less than my boyfriend would be nice. It's a cute little psychological motivator, and, as he's not particularly skinny himself, is a nice, attainable goal.
I'm 5'7". I started at around 360 and want to end up at 150. And my boyfriend weighed in at 256 pounds. Therefore, all three of those minigoals I worked so hard to come up with? They're all 255 pounds.
I hit that today. Well, I hit 254 today, not 255, which is even better. 253.4, to be ridiculously precise, but I rounded up.
I feel amazingly different. I have way more stamina, I fit into much cuter clothing. I no longer feel like my sole characteristic in the eyes of others is "fat." They might remember I wear glasses now, or that I constantly fidget with my hands. I don't get winded. My verging-on-asthma symptoms have by and large vanished. My pajamas are all falling off my butt, and I've managed to now have underwear
that's too big. Which is ridiculous, really, as I was barely even aware that they came in sizes in the first place.
I know that I've still got miles to go before I sleep, and that the longer part is likely still ahead of me, what with pounds per week being higher when you weigh more and all. But today, at least, I feel freaking awesome!