So two weeks ago I started this (hopefully final) chapter in my life of battling with weight. I've posted on here maybe a couple of times for support/accountability (some of you maaaaay remember me, the girl who resisted the late night hobnobs). Well in my initial 2 weeks I've gone from 250lbs to 245lbs just through CICO and trying to go for a walk every day now that the weather is so nice.
Confession: I may have lost an extra pound/half pound this week except me and my flatmate got a new cookbook and made some incredibly delicious Indian food this weekend that was definitely not low calorie and I definitely didn't track as closely as I could have. BUT, in the past something like that would've tipped me straight off the wagon. I would have told myself "well you've done it now, you've wasted all your progress, might as well just binge on whatever you want and be done with it, you'll clearly never lose weight". NOT THIS TIME. I woke up this morning, weighed, and decided to celebrate what I HAVE lost rather than lamented what I maybe COULD HAVE lost if I'd been "better". Instead of beating myself up I looked in the mirror (a hard task for me, as I'm sure some of you maybe relate to) and said "you ate nice food this weekend. You enjoyed yourself. It's over and done with now. You've lost 5lbs and are going to lose a whole lot more because today is a new day". And I feel proud of myself for what I accomplished these past two weeks, and excited for what I'll lose these NEXT two weeks!
Edited: typos, I'm on mobile
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