Today is my weigh in day, and when I got on the scale I was down 3.5lbs this past week, which I am obviously really happy about and last week I was down 4lbs, which I am obviously really happy about.
I started this journey back in January. Initially my calorie intake was too low (1200), and I stalled out very quickly, which caused me to fall off the wagon. Then in February, we battled crazy bacterial infections in my house (between my 2 girls there was tonsillitis 4x, scarlet fever and impetigo), so I went off plan then too, and really, just picked up the gauntlet again about 3 weeks ago. Somehow, all those times I was off plan, I managed to not gain any weight back (I had lost a total of 12 lbs). But this morning, after seeing all the work that's gone into the last 20lbs loss, the enormity of my weight loss goal just really kicked me today.
Don't get me wrong, I am pleased with my 20lb loss, I am just realizing that I have only lost 1/7 of my ultimate intended weight loss...OH MAN! I have a loooooong way to go.
Patience is not one of my strong points, and anyone who knows me would agree with that statement. While part of me thinks "If I just cut calories more, and work out harder, it will happen faster" most of my brain knows that's not logical, and frankly, not really something I am interested in doing. I am not a work out until you throw up kind of person.
I have mini-goals spaced every 30-35lbs or so, am working towards my first one, at 265lbs, but other than that, how to you put your head into a good space and become resigned with the fact that this is going to take a while, and realize that is OK!