Today I got on the scale to weigh myself, and it was a fun thing to do. I got on last night because I forgot to do it in the morning. After eating all day, I was weighing in at 5 pounds lighter than last week (Thank goodness) and was excited to get up this morning and see how it translated. Well, I got up and the scale said I was 3 pounds lighter instead, which made me kinda sad. I was excited to see me within 4 pounds of my 50 pound weight loss goal. So I went and made breakfast, and got ready to get into the shower. I showered (to warm up, it's FREEZING!!!) and got on the scale again (glutton for punishment) and was DELIGHTED to see that I had dropped again to 5.3 pounds lighter than last week. I think I am going to count THAT weigh in as the one for the week. Laughs. I was just too excited, and came back a little later and got the same results again. So I am happy that it finally was where I wanted it to be.
This morning, I woke up to a sore throat and when I got a call to go to work I tried to talk to find I had no voice. Now if I was going to do campus monitor, I could do that because I would rely on the whistle and not talk to the kids. BUT this job offer was for an instructional associate, working one on one with a child. I couldn't do that, I didn't want the children around me to get what I had. SO I had to decline and stay home.
I have spent the day in my room, in my bed. I was warm in my bed, I LOVED being warm. And I was able to work on an afghan that I am making for my sweet niece for her 8th birthday. 8 years old, and getting baptized! I am SO proud of her. She is such a sweetie pie.
So today I am sitting at having dropped 4 pant sizes. I am down from a size 28 to a size 22 in my jeans. I am wearing a size 22 to 24 in my slacks, depending on the cut. It is a HUGE accomplishment for me. I also am able to fit into a smaller size top than I had in the past, I can put on a cami 2 sizes smaller than I was able to wear before. It's an accomplishment for me to be able to be SO much closer to the 50 pounds I wanted to loose. It is an excitement, and it really helps me when I think back on where I started. And we just started this in September. It's only been about 4 months, and I am already seeing the results I wanted. It's a LOT of hard work, to stop yourself when your body is telling you that it wants you to keep going. It's hard when you are craving something, so you give in and eat it. Than you worry about going up in your weight loss. And you worry about telling your family. I haven't told my grandmother yet, as I want to surprise her with my progress the next time I see her. I want to be down 75 pounds the next time I see her, which is possible. I may be able to be at that goal by Michael's graduation in April. We will see what happens. But I am just grateful that I was able to be down some more instead of going up again.
And silence is golden because I have lost my voice. I woke up this morning with my throat burning and my voice missing. I hate that it hurts to talk, and I hate that it hurts to swallow. I know this shall pass quickly, but for now, silence is golden. :)
