...and am now at my lowest weight in 10 years! When I went to Dublin a few days ago I was thrilled to find I now also fit into the next clothing size down (was beginning to think I’d never get there) and have only two more sizes to drop before I’m at my goal size!
Something that’s bothering me is that I genuinely can’t see these changes when I look in the mirror. If the scales weren’t telling me what I’ve lost, I doubt I’d even know. When I saw my family in Dublin the first thing everyone said was that I’d lost so much weight, when I hadn’t even been expecting them to notice because I don’t notice it myself.
I think the problem is that my attitude hasn’t evolved with my weight loss. I never bother with short-term rewards, although I think a lot about what I’ll do once I’m at my target weight. It’s like there’s nothing for me in between being overweight and being “perfect”. This is something I clearly need to start working on.

