I was hoping that I might hit 70 pounds when I weighed myself this week, but I wasn't planning on it. I had 2 pounds to go, and couldn't tell if I'd hit my next 10lb benchmark. Sure enough, I lost 3.2 pounds, which puts me at a total of 71.1 total pounds lost since mid-March. I'm only 19 pounds away from losing 30 by the time I turn 30 on December 19th! The funny thing is, I wasn't all that excited about it. My reaction was more, "Ahhh, yes! Good. Now on to 80." I hadn't thought about a reward of any kind.
The first time I purposely rewarded myself for my weight loss, I’d planned on getting sushi on the way home from church. But just as I thought it, I was about to pass the Kalamazoo County Fairground and remembered the record & cd expo was happening right that very afternoon. Sushi smushi – records win every time. So, I ended up spending quite a bit more than I would have on sushi, but I celebrated in good company.
Frank Sinatra, Nat King Cole, Little Anthony and the Imperials, The Left Banke and more… It was like Thanksgiving dinner – my ears’ tastebuds were beyond satisfied, bellies full and ready to take a nap while being sung to sleep by Nat King Cole’s “Stardust.”
|Funnily enough, the first thing I thought|
when I saw this photo was, "OH MY GOSH -
my wrist and arm look NORMAL!"
This time, however, my belly was literally stuffed (but not too much) with tuna, yellowtail, salmon, and other lovely little bits of cucumber, avocado, cream cheese and asparagus. With a healthy dose of wasabi, of course.
After treating myself to the records when I hit 40 pounds, I decided that it was much more satisfying rewarding myself with non-edible things. But, my “Faux Aunt” Peggy texted me Monday and asked if I wanted to get sushi.
Yes. Yes I would. And I did. And it was delicious and wonderful.
I guess, of all the edible things you could splurge on, sushi isn’t the guiltiest of pleasures. Or at least that’s what I’m telling myself… But, it was fun hanging out with Peggy and having this well-deserved treat. And, hey – if I can’t reward my progress with a treat after breaking the 70 pounds mark, when will I? It was one of those times where I had to lighten up, stop overthinking things, and enjoy.
The funny thing is, the next day I woke up and felt different. I felt lighter, actually. SO, I weighed myself and I really was lighter. Two pounds lighter. It doesn’t count, though – not until my official weekly weigh in on Monday morning.
The point is, the world does not end because you treat yourself every once in a while. And I needed some delicious fish and that extra little weigh in on Tuesday morning to remind me of this.
So, here are some photos to celebrate me having moved on from the hippies, and being forced into disco. I’ve got leg warmers, spandex and neon headed my way soon… Just you wait.
|My new size 16 jacket from Mom!|
Got it at Sears. Sears'll surprise you...
|Shirt from Old Navy|
Already too big!
|Size 18 Style & Co jeans from|
Macy's. Also loose!