Starting Weight: 318.2 lbs.
Weight Last Week: 242.8 lbs.
Current Weight: 241.8 lbs.
Weekly Change: —1 lb.
Total Weight Lost: 76.4 lbs.
As you can see from the aforementioned stats, I managed to drop another pound this week! That brings me to a total of 76.4 lbs. lost—which is fantastic!
I’m proud of myself—sincerely.
I am still on target to meet my goal of ending the summer in the 230s, and I’m also on target for a total loss of 80 lbs. by the time I celebrate my first rebirthday on the 12th of September. Surprisingly, after a quick calculation, I’ve also discovered that I’m still on target to meet my tentative goal of 100 lbs. lost by the 12th of December—the day of my college graduation. I’m holding steady at an average of 1.6 lbs. lost per week, so if I continue to work hard and push myself, I think it’s doable.
Things are looking up!
I had a really cool and meaningful experience yesterday—an experience that really put things into perspective for me.
One of the things that I still really need to work on is not comparing my journey to the journeys of other folks. I’ve gotten better about not making comparisons, but I’m still definitely a work in progress. The truth is, I’d have liked my weight loss journey to have moved a little faster this past year, but hey… That wasn’t in the cards for me. I’m on the path that I’m on, and that’s that! I have to learn how to accept myself and accept my journey… and I’m working on it—really—but I have my moments, you know.
Yesterday was a good day of positive movement in the right direction, though.
My beloved cocker spaniel, Charlie Brown, has some gastrointestinal issues (not to mention he’s a picky eater!), so I’m constantly having to revamp his diet. The new food I’ve chosen for him isn’t one that can be purchased at the run of the mill pet store, so, instead, I have to have it delivered to my home.
Yesterday, FedEx dropped off the box containing a 33 lb. bag of food. As I was unpacking it and attempting to get it put away, I was struggling big time. I could barely lift the bag—in fact, maybe dragging the bag would be a better description of what I was doing…
Without a doubt, the bag was too heavy for me; I couldn’t comfortably move around with it whatsoever.
As I practically rolled around on the floor with this thing in my kitchen, I had a very startling and powerful realization: I used to carry more than two bags-worth of this weight around with me every single second of every single day not too long ago.
Once you kind of get going on this path towards better health and you start seeing success, it’s easy to lose focus of and forget where you’ve come from in exchange for focusing a little too much on where others have come from—hence the ridiculous comparisons.
I always say that I will never allow myself to weigh over 300 lbs. again, but over this past year, I think I’ve forgotten just what it was like to actually weigh that much. I remember feeling mentally trapped and miserable… but my body? Oh how easy it was to forget what my body physically felt like at that weight.
Yesterday, I couldn’t even stand up and walk properly with a 33 lb. bag of dog food in my arms.
How did I ever even manage to get out of bed with an excess 76.4 lbs. on my body just 11 short months ago? How?
This was, like I said, so incredibly powerful.
If I’d forgotten where I’d come from before, I certainly have managed to remember now… And I’m also a whole heck of a lot prouder of my 76.4 lb. loss. Maybe I haven’t lost quite as much quite as quickly as others, but I’ve experienced an incredible, incredible transformation regardless, and I’m pretty damn proud of myself.
I have turned a corner, I think.
A pretty big one.
Tomorrow I’m going to go shop for a new pair of jeans.
For the first time in my adult life, I’m pretty sure I won’t have to shop in the plus size section; I think I’ll be able to comfortably fit into a 14 or 16 regular.
I’m hoping some new jeans that fit well will give me a little bit of confidence. I’m not much for dresses and skirts (as you all ought to know by now!), but jeans are my feel-good clothes.
I’m excited to get a couple of pairs that might make me feel good about my outward appearance—maybe it’ll help me express how good I’m currently feeling on the inside.
I have hope.
That’s my mantra this week.
In fact, that’s going to be my mantra from now until the very end.
Maybe it should be yours, too.
I hope you have a great week.
Eat well. Be well.