The last time I weighed myself was July 15th, almost three weeks ago. I weighed 209 pounds.
This morning, with trepidation, I stepped on the scale. After two weeks of travel, boozing and battling a head cold (re: no exercise and weird eating patterns), I was worried that the scale would shame me. Surprisingly, it said 203 pounds which is a loss of 21lbs since I started.
Okay then. I’ll take that number!
What this means is, I’ve met my first goal of losing 20lbs before my friend’s wedding which is happening THIS Sunday. At one point I upped the ante saying I could lose 25lbs before the wedding but that was just me being an impatient overachiever. To celebrate this small victory, I bought myself a new dress for the wedding. It is yellow and retro-inspired and I am getting it tailored to fit which means it will look even better. (Yes, I will post pictures.)
So what does this mean? THIS IS WORKING! I’m still running ragged with a stupid summer cold but I plan to return to the pool three times a week starting tonight. Now that the weather is cooling down, I’m hopefully going to start playing tennis with a friend. And I’m going to keep at my sit up and push up challenge. I want to master week six so that I can do all the exercises without having to pause. I’m also planning on going back to phase one of South Beach next week- no fruits, carbs, booze, sugars- for two weeks to reset my cravings. I’m finding it really easy to maintain phase two because there are so many options of what I can eat. It feels like a lifestyle not a diet and that is how I know I will keep at it. The occasional slice of baguette or mini cupcake with refined sugar is not going to set me off on some crazy white flour/sugar binge. I honestly don’t crave that stuff at all anymore. But I do miss beer. I admit it! I love beer. Le sigh.
I’m ultimately trying to lose 80lbs total but I’m open to adjusting that depending on how my body changes with exercise and healthy eating. Maybe I will feel good at 75lbs or 90lbs lost? It’s all about how I FEEL in my body. I put the number out there because it holds me accountable AND it’s me battling my worst fear- that people will know my weight, judge me harshly for it, and not like me. (Thanks neurotic mind!) In some small way I am hoping that people who read about my journey can see that people of all sizes can be beautiful, that we’re all more alike than we think with our struggles for self-acceptance regardless of what the scale reads, and that maybe, hopefully, we can all be kinder to one another as we bump into each other along the way.