Eleven weeks

Eleven weeks have flown by. I am tempted to say something about other changes I should have made in this time frame, such as regular exercise, but I am trying to say negative things about myself. The changes in my eating habits have been a big change, and I've made other positive changes that don't relate directly to this journey. Without meaning to sound smug, I'm proud of my accomplishments.

I think there is a subliminal message in that pink graphic because I see the letters R, U & N.
As a crafter, run means colors are spreading, not something physical. I will think about walking though. 

So what did the scale show today? Three pounds down from last week for a total of 24.8 pounds! If they had a scale in the bathroom I would have stripped to see if my clothing accounted for .2 pounds. It's ok though, it will come.

So what does 24.8 pounds look like in items we all recognize? It is roughly 26 cans of vegetables and fruit.

It could be two 12 pound bowling balls that are so dirty they actually weigh 12.4 pounds each. 

Or if you are a wimp like me, it could be three 8.2 pound bowling balls.

Perhaps I should have taken my measurements at the beginning or even now, but I'm not inclined to do so. I can't say numbers don't matter because I certainly do look for the number on the scale to decrease while the number of pounds lost goes up. My precise clothing size doesn't matter as long as long as the current clothes get looser and I eventually shop for the next smallest size.

In my twenties, I was embarrassed by the number on the scale which was 144.  Most of my clothes were size 12 with an occasional 10 in a dress. There wasn't quite the attention to numerical sizes in the seventies. In later years in some circles, especially media driven ones, if your clothing size was a double digit you might have felt like you were a heifer. I allowed negative comments to take root and pretended not to care as both the scale and dress size went up and up.

I don't know what my weight will be at the end of this journey. I may stop before the goal that WW has on file, or I may go beyond that. That is too far ahead to think about today. Now in my 60's, I know that I am not going to look like I did in the above picture no matter if I ever match that weight or not and that is truly ok. My goals are purely selfish now. Better is my goal, not someone else's idea of perfection.

Onward and downward!