Woo hoo, baby! It’s been a steller week. Not only did I lose 5 pounds this week and not only am I two pounds away from leaving the dreaded 300’s forever, but I am now officially 1/3 of the way done with my weight loss! Let’s celebrate with some no-sugar added fudgesicles, shall we?
I’ve lost 71 pounds since January. Seventy-one pounds. Wow. I’m not sure I could even lift 71 pounds. That would be like picking up a big TV set or 3 buckets of kitty litter. Yet all that weight was just hanging off of me. Nothing feels better than results, especially after so much work. I’m off to walk now. Next Friday I want the first digit on the scale to be a 2.
I love reading your archives from when you were where I am now because my responses to these new lows are identical. I am now 301.4 and thisclose to having a 2 at the start of my weight for the first time in almost a decade.
I cannot believe I am doing this. I know how to do this now and it is incredible that I ever didn’t know how. Does that make sense?