This is going to be a half bitchfit and half AW, so heads up.
I have been bouncing around the same three stupid pounds for months now. Months. For real. The three days leading up to my trip I finally dropped under that three pound range and saw some marked loss. Then I went away for ten days. And now I've been back for a week, slipped seamlessly back into my routine and with the exception of a couple sugar cookies yesterday (screw whoever bring cookies to work, jerk) I've had a perfect week. I lost about a pound and half of the two and half pounds I "gained" pretty quickly, But the last pound won't budge so I'm thinking this last one isn't water weight. And now I'm back to where I started, where I've been stuck, for over two months. Like seriously, body whatthfuck.
I have to keep reminding myself that I want to be healthy and that reaching my "goal weight" is an added bonus. But I grew up in a very weight concisious house and weight was the center of many discussions. I was made to feel like my weight was part of who I was and that to some degree it partial defined me. I struggled with an eating disorder all throughout high school. I only ate a few hundred calories a day (on days I actually ate), spent upwards of three hours a day working out, and dropped over 40 pounds in the first year of my disorder alone. I'm so frustrated because I want to be healthy, but I also want to feel happy with myself, and at the weight I am now, I don't. I'm sure it's mostly a mentally thing, permantnly burned into my brain as a byproduct of growing up in a household where weight was such a big deal and having had an eating disorder. But it doesn't change the fact that I'm unhappy with my weight. I have to remember I want to be healthy because I know how to do it the unhealthy way. I know I can lose the very quickly if I was to start doing what I did in high school. But that's so bad and it makes me crazy.
I have my boudoir photos on March 4th. My goal is to be under 130 pounds by then, but at this rate I don't think I'm going to make it. I'm 5-6 pounds away and not pudging on the scale. And I really need to be under 130 to have a snowballs chance in hell of coming anywhere near my goal weight by the time I need to start getting my dress fitted. And I just don't think I'm going to make it.
Now for my vague AW. I just need to remind myself what a 26lbs loss on my 5'3" frame looks like.
Picture from when we bought our house a year and a half ago.
From my cousins engagement party, at my absolute heaviest of 162. That's me on the far right. Yuck.
This morning at 135.4. Ignore how messy our vestibule is.
My hair was still wet from my shower and our house is a mess, but there it is.