A little less than 75lbs lost in a little less than 13 month's time

It's not where I wanted to be, but it's better than where I was.

That's what I keep telling the obsessive overachiever part of me that wanted to be down 80lbs by the end of July. Unfortunately, life (and, more specifically, a MRSA infection) got in the way and so here I am instead. Healthy again and trying to be happy with the progress I've made instead of frustrated at failing to reach my goal.

I keep telling myself that it's not a race. And doing the math that says I've averaged over a pound a week. I keep trying to see, and more importantly appreciate, a change in my body. But man, is that so much harder to do than it is to type!

I had to stop weighing myself when the frustration and sense of defeat got to be too much and instead started trying on clothes. Every time I pick up something a size or two or three smaller I hold my breath and feel like I'm tempting fate. But I put on a size 18 dress today, when I'd spent the last several years in a size 28, and even though that 18 was a tight squeeze I spent all day walking around the office thinking I actually looked pretty cute.

Trying to see progress as a victory in itself and not just the long emotionally-draining slog to a goal. Trying. lol