Not my feet, not my scale, not my weight
Even though I am visiting my inlaws in LA, I had a feeling I had hit my next goal and I was right! I lost two lbs for a total loss of 110.4, or 50 KG. I’m now at 175.8.
A few weeks ago, I reframed the next “target” in my weight loss to be in kilos, since I’ve been finding all the numbers past 100 lbs to be too scary.
I’ve also been scared by what else I’d need to do to lose weight, as I’ve made so many changes already.
To counter that fear, I made it ok to lose that weight, and then decide later to regain it if I found how I had to live unsustainable for me. I’m pretty happy and comfortable at this size, even though I am still overweight by the health charts. It could be that the ideal weight for me is considered by the medical community as “overweight.” I want to make that determination for myself, out of experience and not out of fear.
My next goal is 115 down, which will be 40% of my original weight.
I have been walking more during the day, as sitting at a desk for 9 hours straight just isn’t good for me. The extra activity on top of my usual workouts has really improved my mood. Or maybe it’s just taking a break from work! Taking a lunch break, think of that!
In other weight loss news, I learned there is a category of obesity above “morbidly” obese, which you’d think is as far as it would go since if you’re so fat they think you’re going to die any minute what could be worse than that? But there is a further category called “super” obese. I am now very disappointed I wasn’t in this elite, “super” status back when I weighed close to 300 lbs.
If you’re super obese, it’s like you’ve pushed past moribidity and are, well, super! You’re really fat, but you are immortal and get to fly around in too-tight spandex.
Apparently, the super and just plain morbidly obese can only be helped by gastric bypass surgery.
To which I say, 2 years after starting and 110 lbs lighter without surgery, oh, really?
