Another week completed on the war on weight and another victory. Today I happily discovered that I had lost another four pounds in the last seven days, but more importantly, I achieved a significant milestone. I have now lost over 50 pounds. Let me spell that out: f-i-f-t-y p-o-u-n-d-s. It was hard to believe I weighed fifty more pounds than I do now just nine short weeks ago. My self-confidence has improved, I feel as if my health has improved, and my clothes definitely fit a lot better than they used to. Some major strides have been made thus far. Yay me.
What’s unfortunate about it is that the entire time I was in denial about my weight; I actually thought I weighed what I do now. Even with terrible eating habits and exemplifying a sedentary lifestyle, I still convinced myself that I remained the same weight for more than three or four years. I was either very naïve or very delusional. Maybe both.
Regardless, the point is that I have won yet another small victory on this war on weight. This isn’t the end, this isn’t even the beginning of the end of my struggle with weight. But I hope that the fifty pounds I have lost and the momentum I have established means that this is the end of the beginning.