In the end, though, I'm a creature of habit and I got on the scale and I lost a freaking pound.
Did you hear that?
I lost a freaking pound!Whew!
The difference in my mental attitude from seeing a different, lower number for the first time in two months is huge! It's only a pound, but you'd think it was five if you could see how relieved I am.
And that truly is how I feel. Oh, and also motivated and determined and resolved. I wasn't going to give up and go back to where I'd been in January, but I was almost – almost – ready to accept that maybe I would be this weight and this size for the rest of my life.
For people who haven't seen me in a long time, I look normal. Good, even. When I go shopping, I don't have to buy plus-sizes [which never fit well anyway]. I can move easily and comfortably; I can run up a flight of stairs without running out of breath, and I can and do accomplish more plain old daily tasks than I used to, simply because I have more energy.
But I still have a mind picture of myself from 10 years and 25 fewer pounds ago, and that's what I want. I know I won't be satisfied until I get there. I'm very happy with the effort I've put into this so far, but the results aren't good enough.
Oh, yeah, did I happen to mention …
I lost a freaking pound!