Well, I finally did it. Someway, somehow I crossed the 50 pounds lost line. I’m forcing myself to celebrate that and not focus on all of the other pounds that still need to follow those ones on their merry way. I’m desperately trying to not think about how far I still have to go, but on how far I’ve come. Why is that so hard to do?
51 lbs and what has changed? I don’t know that I really look all that different. I can definitely wear smaller clothes, and I do “feel” a bit better, but overall, it’s still me. In my head, I know that I’m a different person than I was 6 months ago, but I don’t feel it. I want to feel it. One day, I’m going to wake up and my heart will have caught up with what I know. It’s going to be awesome.
So… in the meantime, I’m going to listen to my head, and trust what I see on the scale. 50 lbs does count for something. That’s good enough for me. For now.