47.5 pounds! Yes, that’s my weight loss total for the first three months of my Down the Scale Journey. Yes, I’m excited about how much I have lost in such a short time. Yes, I am damn proud of myself. Yes, here comes the but… I’m not as excited as I thought I would be at this point.
Part of my lackluster attitude is really silly; I wanted to lose 50 pounds. It was the estimate my surgeon gave me so I assumed I would do it. Yes, I’m close, but let’s face it, 50 pounds has a better ring to it than 47.5 pounds. Here’s hoping that in lucky week 13 I can say I have hit this first goal.
Achieving the first goal will definitely help my attitude, but I am nervous about the rest of my journey. My goal is to lose 112 pounds. It is such a huge number and with it comes an enormous sense of dread. While the surgery definitely speeds up the time it takes to lose such a large amount of weight, it still takes time. And it is a painful reminder of how I let my physical and mental health take a back seat for so long.
So, is there anything positive to my blasé attitude? Actually the best thing about it is that my new lifestyle is normal. Losing weight is now normal. Eating healthy foods in reasonable quantities is now normal. Walking instead of driving is now normal. Exercising is now normal. The fact that these things are part of my everyday life is such a good thing.
I hope to make my first goal next week, but if I don’t, I think I’ll be OK. Yes, I will be OK. Time to work a little harder, keep my goals in mind, but also I think it’s time to relax a bit and enjoy this journey a bit more. The big successes like losing 50 pounds are amazing, but I think it’s time to sit back and enjoy my new “ordinary” life as I go Down the Scale…