This weight loss lark, and how we feel about it and ourselves, really is all a matter of perspective. I'm five foot two, and want to be a comfortable size 12 and weigh under 10 stone to be on the correct weight/height range. I'm currently 13st 11lb, wearing size 18 jeans. And I feel fabulous. For me, it's all about where I'm coming from. If I was on my way up from a lower weight, I'd be feeling like shite, but because I'm on the way down, almost fourteen stone feels amazing in comparison to almost nineteen stone. So weird as it sounds, there've been times when I've weighed lighter than I do now, but felt worse. And even though my BMI is still far within the obese range, I feel great. To be honest, I'm just delighted to be out of the morbidly obese range. So today, I'm walking with my head held high, a spring in my step and a smile on my face. It's gonna be a good day, my fellow fat banishers. Hope y'all feel the same.
So far, it's been a funny week. First the funeral and lack of control during the day to eat as I normally do. Then I had the recreational eating last night that visiting relatives bring with them. One of my uncles is visiting my mum for a few days. We rarely see him, so I called to Mum's and of course, being an Irish mother, she had to provide a table groaning under the weight of food. But I was pleased with myself. I made sensible choices, and stayed within my allowance.
Today, I have the lovely feeling of knowing that I'm going home to a fridge full of healthy food, and most of my calorie allowance intact, so I can feast to my heart's content, and still be a good little fat fighter :-)
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