I saw this article from a friend on Facebook. As some of you may know I’ve lost 65lbs since October and still going. I’ve been thinking about what it means when I hit 240 (about 75lbs lost) and then 230 (about 85lbs lost).
I’ve always looked at 240lbs as a magic number to attain, to then start working out in earnest and such. Why I couldn’t be doing that now, I don’t know. It’s just been how I’ve been thinking.
Here are some key quotes from the blog entry:
“There’s no pot of gold at the end of the rainbow of weight loss because the rainbow has no end. There is today. There is now. There is during. There is life.”
“I don’t feel like I’m at After. I’m terrified of being at After. And, I don’t like that After is here.”
My weight is something I will always struggle with, and will have to manage for the rest of my life. That last quote speaks volumes about when I start the maintenance phase.
That said, it’s fun saying, for once, “I like me, I like how I look now, I’m pleased” rather than being self loathing.
As for hitting 240lbs and re-starting lifting in earnest… As I hit 252lbs this week, I am seeing the base that I had built up years ago when I was playing Rugby, competing in Highland Games, and starting Strongman. Wow, I’ve got a good base. It’s nice seeing the definition. *GRIN*