The Diet Continues
I lost 3.5 pounds this past week, so I’m back on track. That’s 18.5 pounds since I restarted my diet this year and a total of 52.5 pounds since my highest weight. I think this may be the lowest weight I’ve been at since packing on the pounds my junior year of high school.
This morning, I put on a pair of pants that I bought at Old Navy in August 2007. When I bought them, I didn’t try them on at the store because they were only $7, and I thought I knew my size but they were awfully tight so I never wore them. They fit perfectly now. And, of course, be aware that August 2007 was when I had lost 40-some pounds on my last diet. So I’ve passed my low from before.
I think I may put up some before and after photos (not so much an “after” as “in progress,” but still), and I’ll even do what no one ever does when they’re dieting: I’ll post flattering befores and unflattering afters, so that you can see that even at my best, I didn’t look nearly as good as I do now at my worst. Is that terrible of me to say? Whatever, it’s true. And if I did unflattering befores and flattering afters, you’d swear I lost 100 pounds. The difference is quite something.
David emailed me that he will be back in Prague on Thursday. I doubt I’ll see him before I take a three-day weekend in Vienna to be with Chris, but I’ll certainly see him when I’m back and I’m curious to know if he can tell how much I’ve lost. It’s only 8.5 pounds since he last saw me so probably not, but Chris has noticed a difference.
I talked to Leon on Skype and he wondered if the reason I’m losing weight so much faster this time is because of the lure of David’s love. Actually, it isn’t. I’m pretty convinced at this point that he doesn’t get to have me, thin or fat. But I feel like I accepted a challenge from him and I want to show him that I can do it. I want to lose these 40 pounds this year, so that I don’t look like a total failure. Dieting is a lot easier to spoil when you keep it to yourself but once you proclaim your intentions, you want to prove that you can do it. All goals are that way, and David will see that I’ve got what it takes to follow through. Apparently, what’s motivating me isn’t really his love; it’s his respect and approval. Also, my own. Oh, and the thought that if I lose the weight, I will have no more excuses for why people don’t take to me and aren’t attracted to me and why life is hard. I’m taking away my own safety net.
This morning, I put on a pair of pants that I bought at Old Navy in August 2007. When I bought them, I didn’t try them on at the store because they were only $7, and I thought I knew my size but they were awfully tight so I never wore them. They fit perfectly now. And, of course, be aware that August 2007 was when I had lost 40-some pounds on my last diet. So I’ve passed my low from before.
I think I may put up some before and after photos (not so much an “after” as “in progress,” but still), and I’ll even do what no one ever does when they’re dieting: I’ll post flattering befores and unflattering afters, so that you can see that even at my best, I didn’t look nearly as good as I do now at my worst. Is that terrible of me to say? Whatever, it’s true. And if I did unflattering befores and flattering afters, you’d swear I lost 100 pounds. The difference is quite something.
David emailed me that he will be back in Prague on Thursday. I doubt I’ll see him before I take a three-day weekend in Vienna to be with Chris, but I’ll certainly see him when I’m back and I’m curious to know if he can tell how much I’ve lost. It’s only 8.5 pounds since he last saw me so probably not, but Chris has noticed a difference.
I talked to Leon on Skype and he wondered if the reason I’m losing weight so much faster this time is because of the lure of David’s love. Actually, it isn’t. I’m pretty convinced at this point that he doesn’t get to have me, thin or fat. But I feel like I accepted a challenge from him and I want to show him that I can do it. I want to lose these 40 pounds this year, so that I don’t look like a total failure. Dieting is a lot easier to spoil when you keep it to yourself but once you proclaim your intentions, you want to prove that you can do it. All goals are that way, and David will see that I’ve got what it takes to follow through. Apparently, what’s motivating me isn’t really his love; it’s his respect and approval. Also, my own. Oh, and the thought that if I lose the weight, I will have no more excuses for why people don’t take to me and aren’t attracted to me and why life is hard. I’m taking away my own safety net.