Sixty, Shmixty: Another 10lb Benchmark Smashed

According to the Center for Disease Control and Prevention, the average nine-year-old weighs about 60 pounds.  I am happy to announce that I have finally gotten rid of an obnoxious, burdensome nine-year-old child.  And their four pound teddy bear. 

I’ve hovered at 59.5 pounds for the last few weeks.  Despite working out, things have been tight and I haven’t been eating as regularly and as balanced as I should.  You’d think I'd lose weight that way, but no – it messes with my body.  So after a week of good eatin’ as well as regularly working out, I lost 4.5 pounds, which puts me at 252.8.  I am SO close to being on the lower end of the 200’s. 

I remember celebrating with my roommate when the 300’s were a thing of the past.  Now, they’re long gone, never to be seen again.  Then I was out of the 290’s, then the 280’s, and now – I’m 3 pounds away from being nearer to the 100’s than the 300’s.  And I will never go back. 

I was a total nail-biter for most of my life.  Then, a few years ago, I wanted to stop.  So, I did.  When I finally make up my mind about something, it’s done.  And I don’t go back.  I just wish it didn’t take me so long to finally just do it. 

Grey pants on left: at my heaviest, a size 28, and well over 300 pounds.  Skirt in center: I'd lost a little weight last  year and
 was excited I could uncomfortably wear this size 26, still over 300 pounds.  Jeans on the right:  my old size 24 "skinny jeans"
that I could barely fit into when I started this process in March at 316.5 pounds.  I'm now a size 18 on bottom, and 16/18 on top.  

If you’re wondering what my goal is, join the club.  Not even I know.  Right now, I’m getting there 10 pounds at a time.  The weird thing is, the more I lose, the more I’m realizing how much more I have to go.  There really, truly is a smaller person underneath all of this than I ever realized.  So, why try to pin down something I don’t even quite grasp yet?  

I do know what I want, though. 

I want to be a healthy, fit, vibrant person.  I want to have an overall downward trajectory in my weight loss, even if there are a few squiggles in the line along the way.  I want others to be encouraged by my experiences, especially the odd ones that only someone who’s been there might understand.  I want others to know they can do this.  I want to constantly find joy in the small ways that my life has changed, knowing that a huge thing is happening. 

And I want to go shopping, but we’ll talk about that another day.