I can say with sincere elation that over the last month of winter-induced digestion of comfort foods that I haven't put back any additional poundage that I've worked so hard to attain.
People who have been no more than minor acquaintances in the office and out have made commentary on my weight loss, and it has felt good. Fitting into clothes that I couldn't squeeze into before has been a marvelous undertaking, and throwing to Dress for Sucess those size 18 suits was a triumph.
All that said, I feel I've hit a rock of sorts. I haven't seen my weight drop more than a pound in either direction in this last month. My surgeon would likely smile at that and be pleased with the slow loss, the evening out of things, so to speak; but it's difficult to go from 14 pounds of loss one month to nary 5 or 10 the next. It's tough, when there's a goal in mind, and the numbers represent far more than they should.
If I'm honest with myself, I know I can attibute the frustration only to one place..and that is me; to the two chocolate milkshakes I had in the last week and a half; to the grilled cheese and sodium-laced chicken soups I've had at work, to the lack of exercise.
I'm not sure where I'm going with this, except that I needed to type, and get it out of my head and onto page. I suppose that's where I always work best. I think my goal for the next couple of weeks is to focus on re-attaining my focus to where it should be; and figuring out the next step of this band, where it will take me.
I'm halfway there, and the rest is decidedly an uphill battle...somewhere akin to the Himalayas. I'll get there.
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