Last night, I stepped on the scale at weigh-in. I was fairly confident that I had lost SOMETHING, just wasn't sure how much. Our WW scales at home that morning had me down 6 pounds from my previous weigh-in. Turns out it was 3.4 pounds down, putting my total now at 164 even. I have 79 to go. That also puts me over two-thirds of the way to my goal.
It is hard to believe. I never imagined life like it is now. Honest. I didn't. I know that sounds like something straight off a commercial for an addictions center, but I swear, it's true. At the very beginning, I had no idea where this would take me or how successful I might (or might not) be. I would not have imagined enjoying exercise -- walking at the office or taking my dog for a walk, even standing for long times. I never thought I could grow to love different kinds of vegetables or find that I enjoyed certain foods. I never imagined I could push a plate away with food still on it and say, "Nah, I'm done" or even be satisfied with smaller portions.
But I am doing this, and it's working. 79 to go. WOW!