I made myself a small goal. Nothing huge. Mostly because I need goals to be reachable. If I give myself a huge goal, I will never actually achieve it. Then I’m miserable for months because I didn’t do it.
So months ago I gave myself a goal of pulling off 42 pounds. Basically. So I began my weight loss journey. It started out very slowly because I couldn’t grasp what I really needed to do to get on my way. But I think I basically have my footing – other than breakfast. (I am having issues finding something that fills me up longer than an hour. But I will.)
But whatever I am doing, seems to be working. I basically started this round September 2nd – exercising, eating smaller portions, etc. Basically everything people tell you to do. OH! &&& I have basically given up soda and drink mostly water. Like… a lot of water.
I had a work biometric a couple weeks ago and I was almost derailed. Why? Because their scale said two pounds. Two. Pounds. Which is harsh to see when you feel like you’re doing great. But then I decided that their scale isn’t the scale I’ve been using so I decided against going with it. Had a doctors appointment today and was weighed.
Thirteen pounds difference.
That makes it all much better. That makes me feel better. Much better. Knowing that I am, in fact, pulling the weight off – it makes everything feel fantastic.
Right now my work pants are falling off. A shirt I bought a few years ago that was tight is not anymore. So basically I’m just going to keep going. I Have pants and shirts and bras in my closet that are too small that I really want to get into.
So – I have more work to do.