It’s been 2 weeks or 17 days since I started dieting. It feels like things have moved at a snails pace and I’m already discouraged. However,after actually seeing how many days it’s actually been vs what I’ve lost - its not bad. 14lbs in 17 days. I know this pace won’t continue unless I push extremely hard so I’m preparing for a general slow down.
I’m 186 today. It’s weird how you mentally breakup your weight into groups or segments of comfortability. For example the 90’s were crisis zone and 200 was like the world ended. Technically now really is still a crisis zone, but the thing is I’ve been 186 at times where I wasn’t feeling like the world was ending. I weighed in at 186 exactly I think fall 2017. I remember being shocked and saddened, but somehow knowing I’ve been this weight at another time recently and came back from it makes it “safer”. In reality I’ve come back from 200 as well... and higher, but because it was so long ago it feels less real or less doable. But I’ve done it.
Really I’ve bounced around these 80’s long before now. Looking at a weight log today - I was 183 last November. I was 178 in March and happy about it! I had just lost 5 lbs.
So the point is - I’m back in more familiar territory. That being said it’s no time to go soft. I’ve got to stick firm and be tough. The past two days were weak for me and I ended up around 800 or 900 calories both days. Today I’m determined to keep under 400. If I’m really strict I could possibly come out of the weekend at 184.
I think I’ll be happier in the 170’s. I’ve felt great at time in the 170’s.
160’s will be when things start to really look up and I’ll stop be “overweight”.
150’s will be me being pretty happy and likely needing new clothes.
140’s will be success.
130’s will be beauty returned.
120’s will be perfection.
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