Yep. That’s the latest number to come out of the doctor’s scale on Friday.
That’s also the number that I got down to 3 years ago before I face-planted into a pan of Neiman Marcus brownies and didn’t come up for air until 20 pounds later.
Why the face-plant? Well, that go-round, I had been losing weight for various “events” in my life: a family reunion, vacation, 10th wedding anniversary, a wedding, etc. Then all of a sudden I was out of events, and hence, out of reasons to keep losing weight. I just couldn’t find the motivation to keep going, and I was Just. So. Tired. of counting Points that when the holidays rolled around, I went Ka-ra-zee. It started with Halloween and didn’t stop until January. I stayed at around 167 pounds for a long time after that, until I toyed with intuitive eating and gained another 20 pounds earlier last year.
This time, I’m not losing weight for anyone or anything, other than my own satisfaction. I have to admit, it’s nice when something comes around that I know I’ll be seeing people whom I haven’t seen in a while (like last Thursday night’s high school football game – I still love it when people have that shocked look on their faces!). But I’m not actively looking at my calendar thinking that I need to lose x amount of pounds in x amount of time so I can look good at such-and-such event (okay well there IS the 20 year reunion next year, but I’m not *actively* losing weight for that). It feels good to just be going at my own pace and not worrying whether or not I’ll be at a mini-goal or whatever. I’m not saying it doesn’t work, I’m just saying it doesn’t work so well FOR ME.
I’m averaging a 4-5 pound loss per month (and it usually happens all in one week, weird I know), and I am totally good with that, so I’m going to stay this course until I get to my happy weight. All I need is my treadmill, my big-ass bottle of water, and oh yeah, my skinny pills, and I’ll be good to keep going as long as I need to.
WOW WOW WOW!!! Congrats!!! Your story of losing sounds a lot like mine. I averaged about 5 pounds a month and I lost it for me. It wasn’t so my husband would love me more, it wasn’t for my kids, it wasn’t for work, it wasn’t for anything other than I was sick of being fat & a prisoner to food.
GO YOU!!
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