I started my journey from fat to fit a little over three months ago at 295 pounds. Through a combination of eating smarter and exercising more I have had good success, weighing in at 272 in last week’s official Sunday weigh-in, giving me a total loss of 23 pounds. My pants are looser, I’ve had to cut new holes in my belts, my blood test results are moving in the right direction, and I just feel better overall.
But there is still a part of me that hasn’t absorbed these facts as evidence that I am having success. There is still a part of me that sees this as nothing more than a little variance in the normal fluctuation of my weight. I’ve been in the 270s a couple of years ago after we got back from a ski trip in Colorado. True, my normal variance for the last six years or so has been 280-298, but since I did see the 270s that one time it could still be in the range.
What clearly isn’t in the variance range is the 260s, which I saw this morning when I weighed in at 269.8 (side note, even though my scale does measure decimal points I always truncate them, so if I weigh 272.2 or 272.8 I mark it as 272. Just easier that way).
269!
All of a sudden this is starting to feel very real.
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