53.3 pounds lost. I am now at a weight I haven’t been at in well over 10 years. When I reach 55 pounds lost (in 1.7 pounds from now) I will be in territory I don’t recall being in for probably 15 years.
I’m starting to look like myself again. Interestingly enough, this is where body dysmorphia comes in, because I never saw myself as huge as I really was. It was only in pictures that I would be horrified. Now I’m starting to be ok with pictures again.
I have so much energy it’s crazy. I’m actually researching mixed golf leagues, and have requested I meet up with my father for a golf refresher. I think I will meet a quality man at a golf course, plus, it’s fun, plus, I’m good at it. So there you go.
Yes, I mentioned meeting a quality man. Well, the other guy isn’t “out” of the picture, but he really isn’t “in” either. He needs to step up or step out. Because who wouldn’t want me as a girlfriend? Seriously? Even at my weight I’m starting to look healthy(ier), and I’m smarter than hell, and witty. I can dress myself and remember my address and know my letters and numbers to 100. I mean come on! By the time you are 46 (him, not me), and even after 6 months of on-again/off-again you can’t call me your girlfriend….you have baggage I don’t want to help cart around even with wheels.
Obviously, my confidence is shooting through the roof, and it’s about damn time.