When I first started this, I saw the pounds fly off like little birds in the distance and I was full of happiness and I was super braggy. I made sure I told everyone how good I was doing, and how when I get super hot When I reached 10lbs, I felt like a supermodel and I was convinced that I was one. Active imagination aside, I knew that I was feeling good and I would soon start to look good. My progress has been slow, partially due to my camping weekend and partially due to my body slowing its pace. My weight was not put on in a matter of weeks or months, it steadily kept crept up each year, and I would rather my weight be shed slowly.
I haven't been a healthy weight in over a decade, so when I try to imagine what that means I become a little overwhelmed. I try to picture my outside matching my insides, and the way I feel about myself now, and it's almost impossible because I am so used to looking in a mirror and seeing a larger version of myself. I love myself despite the excess weight and minor things I'd like to change about my appearance. (I'm lookin' at you nose and bushy eyebrows.) I've always had good sense of who I am outside of my weight, and despite my need and want to change my weight, I have always been confident in myself. I was born with my confidence and I will carry this confidence with me for the rest of my life.
I keep mentioning how I'm not in this alone, and I truly know that I am not, especially when it comes to my sister Melissa who I want to brag about for just a second. Without her I would have given up a long time ago. She was the one who initially started this whole thing, and went out and bought our groceries. She is continually buying the healthy food, even when I beg and plead for candy, she kindly reminds me that it may not be the wisest choice for me to have. Melissa has lost 25.5lbs and I have never been so proud of her in my entire life. She's transforming before my very eyes, and in all positive ways. Melissa has always been someone I looked up to, and wanted to be like, and now more than ever I feel that way. She is the steady rock in all this, and I'm thankful that I have her. She has been there to commiserate with me when my stomach is an empty pit and no matter what I eat, it will never be full again. She has also been here to rejoice with me in my losses. Together we're gaining so much more, and our bond as sisters is becoming stronger. I love her infinitely, and I am excited to continue this path with her.
I always like to joke than when I do reach my goal weight, I'll be the size of a small child. While that is untrue, I am content enough to know that thus far, I have lost the weight of a small toddler. And by the time I am through, I will have lost enough weight that it equals out to another human. I don't look at my life in days or weeks or months, I look at my life in minutes and hours; and I don't look at my weight in pounds and percentages, I look at my weight in rewards and I see a manicure and pedicure in my very near future.
I haven't been a healthy weight in over a decade, so when I try to imagine what that means I become a little overwhelmed. I try to picture my outside matching my insides, and the way I feel about myself now, and it's almost impossible because I am so used to looking in a mirror and seeing a larger version of myself. I love myself despite the excess weight and minor things I'd like to change about my appearance. (I'm lookin' at you nose and bushy eyebrows.) I've always had good sense of who I am outside of my weight, and despite my need and want to change my weight, I have always been confident in myself. I was born with my confidence and I will carry this confidence with me for the rest of my life.
I keep mentioning how I'm not in this alone, and I truly know that I am not, especially when it comes to my sister Melissa who I want to brag about for just a second. Without her I would have given up a long time ago. She was the one who initially started this whole thing, and went out and bought our groceries. She is continually buying the healthy food, even when I beg and plead for candy, she kindly reminds me that it may not be the wisest choice for me to have. Melissa has lost 25.5lbs and I have never been so proud of her in my entire life. She's transforming before my very eyes, and in all positive ways. Melissa has always been someone I looked up to, and wanted to be like, and now more than ever I feel that way. She is the steady rock in all this, and I'm thankful that I have her. She has been there to commiserate with me when my stomach is an empty pit and no matter what I eat, it will never be full again. She has also been here to rejoice with me in my losses. Together we're gaining so much more, and our bond as sisters is becoming stronger. I love her infinitely, and I am excited to continue this path with her.
I always like to joke than when I do reach my goal weight, I'll be the size of a small child. While that is untrue, I am content enough to know that thus far, I have lost the weight of a small toddler. And by the time I am through, I will have lost enough weight that it equals out to another human. I don't look at my life in days or weeks or months, I look at my life in minutes and hours; and I don't look at my weight in pounds and percentages, I look at my weight in rewards and I see a manicure and pedicure in my very near future.
Hi Sarah!
ReplyDeleteI am so proud of the both of you for caring enough about your health and life to make this journey!!! Every pound and every ounce lost is better than gained. I know from experience. I have lost 60 pounds so far and the last 20 is going slowly, especially with the stress I have with my mom right now. I have been power walking and doing some jogging in between the power walks, but that has gone by the wayside since mom went into the hospital. I have spent most of my waking hours with her and eating hospital food. YUCK!!! I sure feel it too. When you get to a certain point in weight loss, it becomes more a way of life to continue to eat healthy, and when you stray from it, you know and feel it! Just remember to take it one moment at a time, and if by chance you do eat something you shouldn't, don't beat yourself up over it. The worse thing you can do is carry the guilt because it ruins everything you're trying to accomplish. You just pick yourself up, dust that guilt off and carry on. I'm so proud of you! Please tell Melissa for me too. I love and miss you both so very much!!!!