Or at least it should be happily, right?
I find myself instead of celebrating my first week of success feeling a tad overwhemled by how far there is to go. I suppose it's like stepping out your front door, walking what feels like a good distance, but then realizing you're still in your own neighborhood.
I also feel impatient and almost panicky in my own skin, like I have to get out of this fat suit before I suffocate and what do you mean it is going to take months and months?!
I know the first week tends to be a big loss then settles to 1-2 Ibs going forward per week (if you're lucky). I find myself doing the math this morning and realizing that now after week 1, at 225 with a goal of 180, it will be August at the earliest before I get there. Which I realize is perfectly acceptable and the whole journey, but from where I sit today feels like a lifetime from now.
Heck, it could even be end of March before I hit my minigoal of being overweight, not obese by BMI standards and May before I get to oneder-land.
Of course the sensible part of me hears this voice and says "yes, and what were you expecting? One week and done?"
Of course the answer is "no," but maybe seeing the # on the scale today made me realize how heavy I am in a way I hadn't internalized before. maybe I'm just really realizing the effort and focus and commitment this will take to work, if I want it to work. Which I do.
All this to say first successful weigh in and I am surprised and confused and feeling a little meh.
But yime to roll up the sleeves and shift focus to week 2.
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