The Big 2-5


Either having a fever is burning fat faster (entirely possible) or sleeping later means there's less water in my system to measure when I get up (also possible) but this morning I weighed in at 171 pounds -- 25 down from my top weight.

I'm beginning, at last, to feel it. It's noticeably easier to climb the 4 flights of stairs from my garage to my apartment (it should be, as I have lost the equivalent of a weekend backpack's worth of weight.) More and more of my wardrobe is available to me. People at work are noticing and asking how I've done it.

Therefore, I'm approaching a very dangerous time for me. I don't like attention, at least not in person; it feels strange to be the center of avid questions about diet and exercise. Further, the ghosts of the last time I lost weight are beginning to haunt me. I had gotten to about 184, then lost to somewhere in the 150's. At 150-165, I can buy clothes off the rack in ordinary department stores (many carry size 14 petite). I CAN climb stairs without huffing and puffing. So the temptation is to let rationalization take over, and just stay in that range. Never mind that I'm still classified as obese or overweight, never mind that someone who's 5'2" should be much lighter. Never mind that I've had heart problems before, and my body shape is the "apple" shape that portends greater problems.

So, yeah, rather than celebrating my success so far, I'm dreading the trip wires I've encountered before. I'm hoping that by writing it down I'll take some of the power out of the fear (just as that horrible picture took the rationalization blinders off how fat I'd become.)


Posted: Sun - October 5, 2008 at 01:02 PM   | | | | |

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