I am loving my success! I finally got below 200 lbs. this morning! I have been hovering near & even once last week my weight was below, but of course, the next day it was right back up. I'm not watching the scale as closely, mostly just weigh in at the doctor but as I neared this goal, I got nervous & weighed more often.
I have never measured myself, just too frightening. I knew what size clothing I was wearing, too snugly at that, and couldn't take the idea of KNOWING (in inches & centimeters) how big my body really was.
This week was another milestone as I turned a year older. One of our five daughters works in a fashion outlet. I NEVER shop there because I am more old-fashioned and conservative in my dress. I am a modest person in most things. However, as my pants were obviously becoming looser, to the point I had to hitch them up every few steps, this daughter decided to take me shopping at her store & DRESS me a little.
We started in the plus department, where I normally find clothing that fits best, and tried one size smaller. It was actually comfortable to me, but upon looking in the 3-sided mirror (Horror of Horrors!) I could see that they were too loose. So we tried the next size smaller, but I was sure they wouldn't work. THEY FIT! But this was not to be her last attempt...she then went to the regular size side of the botique & got me the same size in that cut.
May I humbly say that I recognized my pre-obesity figure in those pants? It was like a Christmas present, I was just overjoyed, I had to suppress tears of happiness! I usually suppress tears of depression & frustration when I try on clothing. I am normally the easy-going fat girl who says "Oh well, I can still fit into the earrings I wore in high school" and then let everyone laugh it off.
Even today, the memory of that fitting room experience makes me teary-eyed. Why? Because I have suppressed my emotions for so long, that I was learning to be content as someone less than I wanted to be.
One more milestone, this one has to do with my physical strength and endurance. In August we took a vacation.to Yellowstone, WY. A MFP friend commented that it was a lot of walking. That is an understatement! We walked almost 5 hours each day of the 4 we were there. Much of the time was spent going up wooden stairs. I dutifully did my best, then on a whim one day, I decided to try the steps 2 at a time. I was suprised that I could manage, then I decided to do that whole staircase, over 300 stairs, 2 at a time. My children & husband urged me on & I made it! I was only competing with myself and I felt wonderful.
Let me conclude today by saying:
1. I still need to lose about 50 lbs.
2. I still need to improve my physical appearance.
3. I still need to ramp up my physical endurance and strength.
But I am finally feeling like this won't all go away, unless I let it. I still don't have the 'numbers' in inches and centimeters. (My bra size IS down 4 inches around my ribcage.) I don't really need to know those numbers to know that this is a great way to continue to live my life. :D