On Monday I weighed in at 249 lbs. I’ve now lost a total of 15 lbs!
The thing is, I keep stepping on the scale, like a dog preforming a trick. I get this happy little bubble of excitement each time I step on it and 249 flashes at me. This is real. Look everyone, I can still ‘do it.’ Because you know, numbers matter. o.0 My worth may not be tied to my weight, but the progress makes me happy just the same.
For the first time since I’ve started losing weight, I feel like I’m making progress. I don’t know why I didn’t before. This just marks the 15th pound. The other 14 were just as real as this. The thing is though, the 250s just felt like my weight was fluctuating, not that I was making progress.
After my weigh in on Monday I did really well with my common sense eating diet (essentially I eat what I want and am just trying to control portions/not binge on a sugar every chance I get). I didn’t even make a move towards anything sugary all day. I just kept thinking about how good it feels to finally hit a new bracket.
Sadly, I still don’t notice a change when I look in the mirror. But some of my clothes are a bit looser. The scale tells me I’m going down. I haven’t snapped another photo of me yet for comparison. I think I’ll do that when I hit 20 or 25 lbs lost from when I started.
I’m going to Anytime Fitness later today with Ashley and Kody. Ash and I have decided to bump up the amount of times we go to the gym in a week. Before we were just going twice a week, always making sure we made it on a Monday. Now we’re going to aim for three times a week. I feel like I should make a notebook to track my workouts.