Okay, so this doesn’t seem like much but it makes me happy: I lost 2.2 lbs this past week. I’m pretty damn proud. Even when I had a shitty, stressful week, I still lost weight. And I know 2.2 lbs doesn’t show up anywhere. I mean, it’s not like you can tell in my face or I can tell how my clothes fit or whatever else. But, to me, it’s a good start. A physical reflection of my mental status & determination – I will get healthy. Mind, body, & soul.
I set a goal to lose 35 lbs by my 35th (December). It’s pretty ambitious but I wanna give it a good shot. I’m in competition with no one but myself (something I have to keep reminding myself). And by telling you, it keeps me on track because I don’t want to disappoint you. As you know, I’m a People Pleaser so I’ll use it for my benefit. 🙂 Even if I only lose 20 or some other number, I’ll still be proud. It’s a positive step in the right direction.
And that’s something new.
Before, I would’ve been like “all or nothing.” I’m learning to give myself some breathing room. It’s OKAY if I don’t hit my high & lofty goals. I don’t have to crash & feel like a failure. I still succeeded, right? And who knows? Maybe I’ll drop 40 lbs. Maybe I’ll drop 25 but I tone up again like nobody’s business.
My future has yet to be written & I’m wielding the pen. 🙂