This morning I weighed 183.8. My lowest point on this journey was 183.0, so I've floundered for about a month now. Last Monday, I weighed 190.2, and I decided to get back on track. I very carefully monitored my intake, absolutely no carbs, and really gave my fullest effort on the elliptical/Wii. My efforts were handsomely rewarded, and I feel good. I feel in control again.
Yesterday and today were filled with compliments on how I looked. Just about everyone I encountered had something nice to say about how I looked. I began to ponder why. I look much the same as I did last week, and the week before, and the week before. Why were people noticing? I think it was that I felt better about myself. I'd seized control again and that made me feel better and therefore project a more positive image.
Then I began to think about how I felt at 180 on the way up. Not good. I dressed to camoflage the new bulges and bumps. I didn't feel good about myself and the downward spiral continued all the way to 250+. It is funny how your perspective changes everything. Years ago I was hiding on the way up. Today I'm shouting "Look at me!" on the way down. I like this feeling much better.
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5 days ago