when i started losing weight in march, my goal was to have lost 75 pounds (from 300 to 225) by the end of the year, another 60 the following year, and be at 165 by the start of 2013. as of now, it's mid october and i've lost just over 50 pounds. i've suffered through a 2 month stall, got married, moved, changed jobs, and got dropped into a social situation that's vastly different than what i'm used to. *if* i lose more weight by the end of the year (i can't see me hitting 225 by new years) that will be wonderful, but i need to quit telling myself that i'm a failure because i *only* lost 50 pounds and i *might* not make a deadline that is by no means written in stone.
pity, party of one?
i need to remind myself that just because the numbers aren't changing right now doesn't mean i should give up. i feel like i've got a dr. jekyll/mr. hyde complex going on. sometimes i feel great about what i've done, i feel confident in my changing appearance, and i'm aware that stalls happen. other times i feel like an absolute failure and want to give up. i have not binged, or used the fridge as an emotional crutch since i decided to lose weight.
some positive things i need to remember:
- when i started this journey, i felt like i would die after 20 mins on an elliptical, set to the lowest resistance. now i can do 45 mins on the level 5 resistance multiple times a week, including an hour on monday nights, without feeling like my legs are jelly and my lungs are going to explode.
- i have gone from a size 24 in pants down to a size 18 in a lot of pants, 20 in others... and i can squeeze into some 16s if i don't want to breathe.
- my bra size has gone from a 50DDD down to a 44DD.
- i can wear 2x shirts instead of 4x.
- my shoe size has gone from 11W to a regular 10 (yeah, my feet lost weight too).
- i can now wear the necklace my husband gave me as a wedding present that i couldn't before because my neck was too big and it felt like a choker.
- i have discovered my collar bones, and misplaced my extra chin
- i don't hate having my picture taken anymore, because i'm not terrified of a horrid result.
- my cooking style has changed, and my activity level has changed. my husband has benefited from both of these... and has lost 10 pounds without trying.
- i don't feel tired all the time, and i don't huff and puff anymore if i have to walk up a hill or a flight or two of stairs.
- my rings used to be snug, and now on days when i'm properly hydrated i fear they will fall right off.
- my knees and back are no longer in a constant state of pain from my extra weight.
- i know what full feels like, and i stop there. there is no way i could consume as much food as i did before. one plate is plenty, thanks.
... this is not failure. this is progress.
thanks for reading (and sorry for whining), i just needed to remind myself that not all progress can be measured by the number on the scale.




