To date I have lost 26 pounds. I still have 54 pounds left to go but I’m feeling great.
I’m excited that I’ve stuck with this longer than three months, I love it when people notice the weight loss and make a positive comment and I’m THRILLED that I can walk into plenty of stores and find clothes that will fit me. I even purged all of these clothes out of my closet because they are officially too big.
I’m getting a little cocky, though, and feeling unstoppable. My calorie log in’s at My Fitness Pal are incomplete, ice cream is starting to become a one a day habit instead of one a week, and now that I can find clothes at Target that fit me, I’m catching myself thinking that what I’ve accomplished so far is good enough. My weight begins with a 1 now instead of a 2 so it won’t matter if I change that second number from a 9 to a 4. Hey, I’m not as bad as I used to be!
But I’m not as great as I could be.
Five months into this journey and it’s a little unnerving that I have to be constantly on guard and war with my mind. It’s difficult already battling my body into functioning as it should and now it’s obvious that I’ve got to whip my mind into shape as well.
I don’t have any solutions or words of wisdom about this, my friend. All I know is I’m not at the finish line yet and I can’t get comfortable.