So close to 50 I can almost taste it.
This morning for church I put on black pants and a coordinating top I bought right before Christmas. It's the last time I'll be wearing that top. It's just too big! I'm hoping I can take it up. Although I have a super decked-out sewing studio, clothing alterations is not exactly my thing.
People are really starting to notice my weight loss. I'm starting to notice it! From day to day, I feel like I'm standing still. But those little sticks of butter do add up after a while. I am starting to feel at peace about tiny incremental losses. As long as they keep coming (or going, come to think of it), they keep adding up. It's that whole One Step At A Time, One Day At A Time thing. I just keep taking that next step...keep counting those points every day...and the weight keeps coming off. It's like magic almost.
Not that every day is perfect...far from it. But I can certainly see the benefits of hanging in there when I have a tough one. (I have to keep telling myself these things so when I have another tough day I'll remember to hang in there!)