I stepped on the scale on Saturday morning, and was greeted with a number I haven’t seen in a long time: 175.
The last time I was 175 pounds, I was a newlywed. I looked like this:
Although now my body doesn’t look the same at 175 pounds as it did then. (New photo coming soon, I promise!) Stretch marks, loose skin, more fat – not exactly the body I thought I’d be seeing at this weight.
Some of that may be in my mind, too. Because when I went shopping this weekend, I was thrilled to slip on a pair of size 10 Lee jeans. I haven’t worn size 10, since…well…since I was 175 pounds. So even though I feel like my body is bigger than it was before at this weight, apparently the clothing still fits.
Since starting my bootcamp classes four weeks ago, I’m down six pounds. I often feel like it’s not going fast enough, but I know these things take time. I’m within 20 pounds of my goal weight now, so naturally it’s going to get harder to lose each pound. But I’ve already stripped away almost 8 years of weight, so I know I’m on the right track and need to fight off feelings of discouragement.
Wow! More than a pound a week, that should be far from discouraging! You can do it!
I’m having trouble getting past Aaron’s fanny pack….
Six pounds, when you get to the point you have, is a lot. You are doing amazing things. Keep kicking ass.
Ok, I too mock the fanny pack, but I have to say that it was *damn* convenient at Disney. It let us carry a disposable camera, our wallets, cell phones and sunglasses. We were both slender enough that we wearing fairly skinny jeans, and hauling a full-size bag around Disney is No Fun(tm).
So there. 🙂