Good news, friends! After months of dancing around – but never hitting – 172, this morning I hit the elusive 90-pound loss mark!
That’s ninety. NINE-OH. Holy smokes :)
I’ve been focusing much more closely on what I’ve been eating. No more crackers, for one thing. I’ve also been eating out minimally again. Thankfully, for the next month or so I have no plans that will take me out of town (always a huge challenge food-wise), so I’m confident that I can not only maintain this lovely breakthrough, but surpass it.
Now that I’ve lost 90-pounds, my next mini-goal is to leave the 170’s behind me as I bust into the 160’s. Hopefully that’s just a week or two away!
It’s funny: I’ve begun so many diets in my life. I remember in particular starting a diet when I was about 14 (cabbage soup diet, anyone?) and weighing 164. Obviously, at 14, 164 is overweight. But now? That will be a fabulous weight. Hell – when I get back to that I’ll be 2 pounds away from 100-pounds lost.
It’s absolutely insane to me that I once started a diet weighing 164… and then gained 100 pounds instead. Talk about a failed diet!
Today I had lunch with a client and two of her colleagues who I had never met previously. My client (who I hadn’t seen in a while) asked if I had lost weight. I told her that yes, in fact I have lost weight. Then she asked how much and – high on my new goal – I was happy to tell them. Not surprisingly, they were all pretty surprised. One of the women was a bit overweight; the other not at all. The one who wasn’t overweight was very interested, asking questions about how I did it, how long it took, etc, and the one who was overweight seemed to be dying for a subject change. I was happy to move on to another topic myself, as I could sense her discomfort, but the others kept asking questions. I felt bad for her: It’s not easy to lose weight. And it’s definitely not easy to be around folks who have lost weight while you sit there with a plate of beef enchiladas covered in sour cream in front of you.
However, I refuse to feel bad about my success. I’ve worked hard. And even though I know it sometimes makes people feel uncomfortable or envious, I’m damn proud of myself.
I’ve lost 90 pounds!
