This week’s lost wasn’t a big loss, but it was a loss — 0.8 pounds. Almost a full pound. Almost 4 sticks of butter.
My brother was in town yesterday. I hadn’t seen him since Christmas. He was quick to notice that I’d lost a lot of weight since I saw him last. I was talking with him about my weight loss and one of the things I mentioned was how it’s slowed down. He said, “Yeah, but you know you can do it now because you’ve already done it.”
That’s exactly how I feel about it. Even on the weeks when the loss is slow, I know it’s happening. I know I can get the other 37 pounds off because I’ve already gotten 58 off. That’s a good feeling to know that I’m getting there, though sometimes the progress is slow.
And, if I’m honest with myself, I know the progress is slow because I’ve slacked off my workout schedule. I’m not especially worried about that right now, though. I know that once we get back on our regular school routine, I’ll get back to a more regular workout routine. At least, I’m pretty sure I will. Either way, though, as long as I’m still losing, I’m headed in the right direction. I feel so much better than I ever dreamed possible and I have no desire to go back to being that grossly overweight person, so I know that I’m going to keep chipping away at that last 37 pounds and it will come off.
How’s the scale been treating you lately?