Weighed myself today and I'm down to 241.6lbs. It seems strange that I'm actually proud of losing just over 11lbs in about 3 weeks.
I took Raegan out to a Stomp a few days ago and she seemed to enjoy herself, eating out is a little hard but I just need to make smart decisions fully understand that weakness on my part only means more time spent at the gym to reach my goal. Each time I need to weigh things, like the recovering alcoholic that pours himself a drink and wonders if today will be the day he slips back down to the bottom. That is how it needs to be with this level of weight loss. It needs to be treated... I need to save myself from it.
The weekends are a little harder for me as I don't really have the same eating routine as I do during the week. I just need to remember to eat small snacks between meals to stave off the hunger that would drive me to eat things I shouldn't.
After reading that last sentence, now more than ever I don't want my life to be about just losing weight or trying to eat healthy... that seems so empty, but for at least the first few months it needs to be a top priority. It needs to take the place of a hobby, something I dedicate myself to, losing 70lbs isn't something you just do by accident it takes planning and dedication and most of all sacrifice. 42lbs to go... I need to think of something special to do when I crack 200lbs.
"Help I'm alive my heart, keeps beating like a hammer."
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