Every weigh-in to me is monumental. Each time I lose even an ounce of weight, I am so excited. I really do celebrate each one lost. No amount of weight lost is too small for me. I get so excited when I see the scale move down. And I am so grateful to God for giving me the strength and wisdom to do this.
I feel like the finish line is in sight.
I used to run races, and I would get so tired along the way. I would tell myself, just one more step, I can go just one more. And I would. And then off in the distance I would see the finish line. I would hear the people cheering, and I would push just a little bit harder to get to the end.
I feel like that now. I had been getting kind of comfortable in the 150’s. I hadn’t given up, I was just lacking the motivation to push through. Maintaining weight is like jogging in place. You are still moving, but you aren’t going anywhere. I was still making good decisions, I just wasn’t making the little adjustments I needed to drop weight again.
So here I am. 148. I am the smallest I have been in my adult life, and I have only 18 pounds left to get to the goal. Part of me never thought this was possible. The other part of me wanted to prove that part of me wrong. And I have. I think I have also proven that weight loss doesn’t have to mean lots of intense exercise. Through diet alone, it is possible to lose a substantial amount of weight.
Other than buy a new wardrobe, any ideas on what I should do when I get to the goal? I want to start planning now.