And neither of them are a number on scale. Well, one SORT of is, but it’s not about the number.
The short version of the long story is on March 6th, 2019, I weighed 270 pounds and decided that was enough. Today, I weigh 210. GW is 180.
Ok, so I just graduated college (barely made it out before 30) and as a grad gift, my parents gave us their time share for half of a week. Last weekend, my wife and I went out to Palm Springs and stayed at the Mariott resort. It was amazing. The last few vacations we went on, my wife would go down to the pool while I sat in our room and read books and watched movies. This time, I bought a bathing suit, and actually payed out in the sun and went swimming in front of other people. I NEVER do that, and no part of me felt self conscious about it. I actually felt a little good, because I felt like I was showing off that I wasn’t obese (I don’t have a beach body by any means, let’s get real) but I wasn’t ashamed to be seen. For the first time in like... ever.
Here’s the second milestone; I didn’t give a fuck about my diet all weekend. I just enjoyed myself. I ate what I wanted, and had some amazing meals. But, what I wanted was very different from what I wanted before, and my portions are back in control now that my stomach has shrunken a bit. I was 214 when I left, and expected to weigh 218-220 when I got back...
But I was 211. More than the number, the milestone here was that I was able to enjoy myself and not think about counting every calorie, and still eat healthy and in control.
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