I've been stuck at 222-223 for a couple weeks now, except for the weekend when I didn't care what I ate (or the margaritas I drank) and gained 3 extra pounds. Three may not sound like a lot, but when every pound counts, it's monumental.
They tell you to avoid stress when you're trying to lose weight, but that forever be my downfall. I don't know how to let things go or not sweat the small things. Those small things inevitably turn into big things when they sit and fester. It's always two things, kids and money. However thanks to stress and arguing over said things I landed the biggest migraine in the history of migraines. For four days, no appetite and forcing liquids and small portions of food. Because of which I missed 3 doses of the metformin. I realize that I ate very little (excluding the FIVE pieces of pizza I ate for my husbands birthday dinner) but I still managed to lose another 6 pounds? Three from the 3 I gained over the weekend and those 3 that have been haunting me to get down to 220-219. This morning I stepped on the Wii and what did I see? I saw 218lbs. Holy shit. I think I stared for a few minutes with my jaw on my toes. I can't believe I'm really doing this. I can't believe I really have it in me to make this work, to make this happen. I get so down on myself and so depressed over it, but there it is. It's really happening. I'm really losing. I have a long way to go still, 60 or so more pounds to go. But I've lost 36 so far, and the best compliments have come from Brad who said he could FEEL the difference in me, and Connie who said I've lost the top spare tire. Stress will always be a part of my life, but at least I'm very conscience of what I'm putting in my mouth, and how bad even just one thing or one little piece can truly be!
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