In the past month and a half, to two months, I have lost 28 lbs. Now depending on whether you are staring at gaining weight, or losing weight; whether you are 100lbs overweight, or even more, that number may not mean much to you.
It didn’t mean much to me.
I felt pride that I’ve gotten a good start on the weight loss I need to lose, I feel better than I have in a long time actually, without that added (damn near) 30 lbs weighing down on me.
But in all honesty it was just a number, and I still want to lose at least 100 more.
But I can feel pride in this number on the scale. I’ve done it by sheer willpower and eating right, along with any excersize I can manage to squeeze into my week. (this week as proven by the last post, was a no go for the gym).
But what does 28lbs feel like?
Honestly, it feels like your scrub pants falling off as your walking down the hallway at work.
It feels like I can walk farther, without feeling the need to drink a gallon of water.
It feels a lot like i have diabetes well underhand again.
And it feels like a lot of fecking work.
It seems as if I’ll have to buy new clothes in the future, and that’s a bit depressing. I spend more on food than I used to, because I buy apples, and fruits, and veggies, and eat them at an alarming rate, because they taste good, and they are better for me.
IT’s like I eat a lot of chicken. (i eat a LOT of CHICKEN).
And it feels like I might eventually learn how to either poach an egg, or soft boil an egg, so that the stupid shell isn’t too hard to get rid of.
Still a work in progress.