Yesterday I complained about how difficult December is, how hard it can be to lose weight in such a busy, food-filled month.
Aaaaand then I go home, weigh, and learn I’ve lost a pound, almost two.
Hey, I’ll take it!
So far I’m at 36 pounds. I want to lose 75, total (at least), so I’ll be at the half-way mark in about a pound and a half. Woo-hoo!
But it also hit me last night that I’m awfully close to the weight that’s listed on my drivers license, and that’s also pretty awesome.
I know, I know – the weight on your license probably isn’t THAT big of a deal. But when you’ve worked this hard to lose weight, suddenly, anything that lists your weight becomes a big deal.
Anyway. I got my license when I was 17. I had absolutely no idea what the scale said. I just knew I was chubby. So, I guessed at 175. My mom said she figured that was about right, so I went with it.
I probably was about at that weight then. Now, I’m 14 pounds heavier than that, and I’m getting ever closer to hitting 175.
I can’t wait to hit that number – hey, my license will finally be accurate! and I’ll be within 25 pounds of my goal!
And I can’t wait to get below that number. You best believe when I do, I’ll be hitting up the DMV and politely asking them to change my weight.