The past couple of years, I stopped weighing myself. I figured I had lost what I could with the band (about 120lbs), so the rest was actually up to me. I never really exercised since being banded. Yeah, I did about 3 months at Curves at the beginning, I did a couple of months at the Y when I first got my job there, and I played baseball for 2 summers, but for the most part, no actual consistent body moving.
Starting in the new year, the first week of January to be exact, I took a basic hi/lo class just up the street from my place. It was twice a week, and I loved/love it.
I weighed myself in January, and then again in May.
I lost 20lbs.
I started eating better, and I just started feeling better. No more fast food (or if there was, it wasn't nearly as much as what I was eating before), no more carbs at all (all meat baby!), and I started drinking water.
Yesterday, I was at work, and I stood on a scale. The first time since May.
It turns out I thirty-one pounds to go before I meet my goal weight.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!
31lbs?!
How crazy is that? I never thought I could get to goal... I thought it was impossible. And now, now it seems SO close.
I am an avid believer in numbers come second. It's how you feel and look on the outside and inside that is really all that matters. I am a firm believer in Non Scale Victories (buying pants at Old Navy was HUGE for me)... but thirty-one pounds?!
I'd like to believe I can make that.
My goal weight is and never was a specific number. I just want a 1, instead of a 2, or instead of a 3... like a countdown...
#1, here I come...
See you soon.
