I weighed myself yesterday, even though I was really trying to only do it once a week. The scale said 214. I've officially lost 21 pounds in five and a half weeks, in time for my sister's wedding. I tried on my dress last weekend and the top was a little baggy, may need some help taking in the straps. But the rest of it fits great. I zipped it up in 3 seconds instead of a half hour as I had 5 1/2 weeks ago.. Too bad it's still a size 24. Damn formal wear - in regular clothes I'm an 18/20.
They say the best way to stay on track is to set small goals for yourself. My first was to lose 20 pounds by October 15th. My second is to be under 200 pounds by Thanksgiving - which at a month and a half away, I believe it's a reasonable goal. After that, my next goal is to be under 168.5. A funny number, I know. But that is the least amount I've weighed since I hit 20 and how much I weighed the day I got married. Following that, my next will be 150, and finally 130.
Things I've noticed with 20 pounds shed: I haven't been short of breathe, my clothing fits better, I can walk up stairs with ease, and I feel more energized all around.
It's funny that I haven't changed sizes yet, but I'm pretty sure that's because the way plus-size woman's clothing is designed. When you're normal-sized you're a 4 or 8. As you get bigger, the sizes merge together - 14/16, 26/28. I take this to mean, "you are so out of control - wear this - it's a size 17,18,19,20 - it should cover you fine, and once you lose 40 pounds, congratulations - you'll be a 13,14,15,16.."
Now just get me through the weekend events without drinking 3000 worth of calories.
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