After a HUGE 7 pound drop last week which was a GREAT Birthday gift, this week I am down 1 pound. A small number, but exciting none the less. I’m good with 1 or 2 pound losses when a bigger number could be 2-3 weeks away again, right? I can be a sneaky modern Tortoise who creeps along until the Hare falls asleep and then I fast track myself ahead 100 meters so when he wakes up, he remains cocky and sure of himself, unaware that I am ahead of him. I like that analogy. 🙂
This weekend, I will be doing my 2nd measurements since the starting ones and I am super excited to see how many more inches I have lost. I really think this is key for me because I have trouble visually seeing a change in my own body other than if clothes fit different, you know? In fact, I think anyone who has spent a majority of their life overweight tends to NOT see themselves as skinnier than before UNTIL they gain a lot and look back in time. I remember getting down from 320 to 250 years ago and I felt different, but I still felt humongous. Everyone would tell me I looked so good, but I just couldn’t see it. Fast track to gaining a bunch of weight back and I look back and say, “Wow! I really WAS smaller then!” Funny how our eyes can be blind to see what everyone else sees.
For some reason, the number on the scale doesn’t make me realize this. Maybe it’s because of how much I do weigh. I STILL see a big number so I can’t see that I might be smaller in certain places of my body. BUT when I see the inches I have actually lost, I realize, “Hey! I might not be seeing this, but people ARE telling me the truth cause I can see for myself in numbers that I HAVE lost some inches.”
So, here’s to seeing a lot of inches magically vanished like our car keys every time my husband sets them down somewhere! Next Monday I will let you know the news on that front and the pounds side of things! Until then, if you see Mr. Hare, tell him to just quit right now, because I am winning the race and he is going down! 🙂