10 percents

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Well, today was the first official one-week weigh-in. One week to the minute, in fact. In that one week, I lost another 4.8 pounds. This includes pizza with Kiri and Brenda when they were here this weekend and the dumpload of oil from Subway Sandwich’s ordering-coherency mishap. It includes the four teaspoons of peanut butter I sucked down when I didn’t have time to go for groceries, the cookie and chips in Thursday’s provided lunch, and a few less notable indiscretions.

I haven’t really talked about this because I know there are so many people that work and work and work to lose weight. I know there are blood, sweat, and tears involved most of the time, and that most people eek by on a good week with a 1-pound loss. It just reminds me of how badly I’ve been treating my body, and for how long. Once I simply started thinking about eating better, my body threw up its hands, shouted “Glory Hallelujah!”, and started letting go of all the junk.

(The best part of that whole sentence is that my body actually has hands. Heh.)

Anyway, I’m sure this crazy loss momentum will eventually slow down, but for now it’s a bit intense to think of the following things:

  1. I’m over 10% of the way toward my ultimate goal.
  2. I’m halfway to the first Weight Watcher’s goal which, for some ungodly and indecipherable reason, is to lose 10% of your starting body weight. I prefer to think in terms of the amount of weight I intend to lose, rather than the entire bulk sum of my body — pre- and post- care. Weird.
  3. As of this week, I am the lowest weight I’ve been since… since… I don’t know when. Since probably my first year of college, previous to which I was no skinny minnie either. Never have been.

4.8 more pounds. It seems too good to be true. Spent my entire therapy session talking about the fears which have already started to raise their head. Fears about failure, about any success being suspicious. About the too-good-to-be-true factor. About not knowing how to live in a new body, should that new body ever arrive. (It’s been on backorder for so long.)