51.6 pounds lost as of 2/13/13. (Apparently, losing 50 pounds was one of my 43 things seven years ago, but that feels like a lifetime ago now.)
Yay! I’m so excited and overwhelmingly proud that I’ve stuck with this ridiculously tough fasting diet for this long. I’ve had bad days (these past 3 have been a nightmare), but it’s getting easier to forgive myself and get back on the wagon.
Sometimes I feel miles away from my final goal, but I’m trying to focus on small goals of 5-10 pounds at a time. I think the lower my pant size gets, the better I’ll feel. Needless to say, I already feel much more confident and energetic and happy – and that’s what matters along with my health.
I’m looking forward to magic number 75! Best wishes to everyone else!
My weight loss has tapered off these past few weeks, but I blame that on my lack of exercise (and the fact that it’s the middle of winter and I don’t feel like doing anything; and I’ve been glued to my TV basking in the awesomeness of hockey season finally starting).
Mostly, I don’t feel like I’ve lost anything – which is pretty odd, considering the number on the scale is obviously lower and my clothes are falling off of me. I’m trying to focus on the short-term goal instead because the long-term still seems so unattainable. Being in a program at least makes me feel more supported and accountable for my eating/exercising.
Here’s to kicking some ass over these next 2 weeks and finishing off the 50.
I weighed in today at a total of 38 pounds lost in 8 weeks. I’m so ecstatic that I lost weight over Christmas instead of gaining any back. I think being so close to accomplishing this goal calls for some vigorous happy dancing.
And not feeling like I’ve made much of a dent. But alas, I’ve lost 26 pounds in 5 weeks after begging my doctor to be put in a medically-supervised weight loss program. The meal replacements taste really awful, but the weekly visits with either the program’s dietician, behaviorist, exercise specialist, or physician are really making me be accountable. This plan has to be forever because I can’t stand the weight battle anymore (and because I’m paying out the rear for it).
As usual, I gained back most of what I lost. I feel like I’ve been so tired for months – blame it on work, family, whatever. I just haven’t felt any motivation to do anything about losing weight despite how much I desire to weigh less.
So I’ve decided that this will be the year that all I focus on is losing weight and feeling better (and definitely more confident) about myself. I’ve been telling myself for years that once I lose weight, I’ll go back to school, I’ll do this or that and make something of myself…something’s gotta give before I waste my youth away on conjecturing and end up old and wondering about what could have been.
I joined Weight Watchers online to take my first steps towards change. I have yet to feel that fire lit under my rear to exercise, but monitoring what I eat is a good place to start.
Here’s to completing this goal – hoping that 2012 isn’t as disappointing or fruitless as 2011.
Holy cow, have I been slacking horribly. August and the beginning of September were insanely busy, and I’ve completely fallen off the wagon. Thankfully, I’ve only gained a little, so I’m not far from where I was. Part of the reason I stopped being on top of it was because I suddenly came to a point of not being able to lose anything more despite my efforts – the hectic schedule just added to it.
I re-dedicated myself to this goal as of 3 days ago, and I’m hoping to complete it by the end of the year. Maybe taking time off will help jump-start my weight loss again. Either way, it’s 65 and sunny out these days, so I have no excuse to not be out and walking.
Best of luck to everyone else out there!
This is only week 15, and I’m already down 25 pounds. I lost so much right away that it’s skewing my view on the smaller weight loss I’ve been experiencing the past few weeks.
But then I put my hands on my hips in frustration at all the work for the little return, and I realize that the fat that used to be there has significantly decreased.
Along with the pounds, I’ve lost an inch each from my arms and thighs, 2.5” from my waist, and 4” (four inches, holy crap!!!) from my hips. I’m blessed to have such noticeable incentive for cutting out the sweets and carbohydrates and getting off my ass to do any kind of exercise every day.
This feels amazing. Keep up the work, and good luck to everyone else out there!
I’m down 15 total pounds and 1.5” in both my hips and waist since this began. And although I am marginally frustrated with the pound loss slowing down a little these past four weeks, it really gets washed away in the positive things that are happening. I’m sleeping better, I’m breathing better, I can see and feel places where I’ve lost some fat, I’ve pulled out some older clothes that are beginning to fit, and I’m not feeling like such a fat slob.
Some days I just don’t want to exercise, but I push through it and end up pleased with myself in the end. It’s not a tremendous loss by any means, but kudos are due for myself (and anyone else out there) who has the courage and resolve to tackle the weight loss beast. Small steps are steps nonetheless.
I am almost 13 pounds down already – with more than 50 to lose, but I’ll be happy enough to get there first.
The dead daddy thing really drained me of ambition for a long time. I’m trying, though, because I know my dad would be proud of me (even though he’d admittedly tell me I was beautiful no matter what).
I’m on week four of Operation Stop Being a Fatass, and things are going extremely well. I think my biggest adversary is going to be working with my mother who continues to lack my determination. I’m content to do this on my own, but it’s going to be a battle against breaking myself away from her and her habits.
I’d love to help her lose weight and be healthier, but this has to be for me above anything else.
There’s nothing more rewarding than having people you know tell you how good you look since you’ve lost weight. I haven’t reached my goal yet, but 50 pounds is a good dent. Being skinny isn’t happiness, but feeling healthy is. I don’t need the attention, but it’s flattering that I get hit on about 25 times more than I did prior to losing weight. It’s fun, and I’m getting to where I want my life to be.