To date - last night's booze-up notwithstanding - I have lost 45.6lbs since the end of August. Pretty freaking fantastic, if I do say so myself. The changes are so dramatic in so many ways. It is fair to say: less of me means more of all the good stuff (except cake, of course). I am happier, fitter, calmer; more rested, more thoughtful, more content; have more energy, have more patience, and have more enthusiasm. I am certain that by being smaller, I am a bigger person. I love the thread here...
I do not want to attribute my new found happiness to looks or vanity because that has only started to enter into it for me in the past few weeks, it is such a deeper contentment.
Now, all this is meaningless hogwash when sitting at the other side of the adventure. Before I set off on this journey-to-the-new-me I had spent years resenting my weight and weight-gain and choosing to be 'fine' with it so that I didn't have to be upset about it. So Fat-Me, if she were to meet current Mini-Me (okay, alost-mini) face to face, would be rather uppity and probably tell me to go stuff my optimistic bs.... and rightfully so, no one likes to hear a bunch of positivity when stuck in the doldrums.
BUT, as it is Mini-Me talking to Fat-Me, I think the point needs to be that I am now the proof of what's possible and what we can have if we want it.
And frankly, it was not as hard as I always expected it to be (thus never really trying). Somehow all the right things really have conspired to make me successful on this journey - thank you Fate - and I hope I can use this blog as a mode of reflection to identify the necessary components to my success to help me maintain or return when needed.
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