This things got me thinking. I remember trying to reach my goal weight even back in high school. Next year is my 10-year class reunion, and while I really could care less about what my old classmates think about my physique, I do care that I have yet to reach my goal.
The good news is that even though I've been trying to lose weight unsuccessfully for 10 years, I have at least made some good dents in my lifestyle.
I went to the gym with my sister tonight and started to think about how much my attitude has changed towards food and exercise. I remember hating the gym when I first went back on swim team in high school. It felt like such a waste of energy, and the machines were so confusing and foreign to me. I remember not knowing what an elliptical was (I called it the swingy leg thing). Now, not only do I know what to do with an elliptical, I have no problem pushing myself through circuit training, stretches, and I'm even learning to be happy about feeling the burn.
This afternoon I got myself a chicken nugget meal at Mcdonalds thinking it would be a good reward for my weight loss, and I ended up not even eating it. I ate a couple chicken nuggets and found myself wishing they tasted less like a deep fryer. I could taste the lethargy that I would be feeling later if I finished my meal and I didn't like it! I ended up taking my $6 hit and buying myself another lunch at new seasons - a tuna salad sandwich on whole wheat bread with tomato and avocado (doesn't that even "sound" better?!)
Over the years I feel like my food preferences have drastically evolved and my body craves good food. I lost 2 pounds this week and I think I only tracked 3 out of the 7 days. This is a testament to the fact that I have really made lasting changes to my eating habits.
I just have 65 more pounds to lose. I want to focus on the big number instead of the milestones. This time the milestones are nice, but they're not good enough. This time I'm going to get to a healthy weight and stay there!