Milestones come and go. I’ve just said a not-so-fond farewell to another ‘stone’ marker, and I’m heading for a couple more significant milestones in the next few weeks. But healthy weight-loss rewards in many different ways, not just on the scales.
A short post today, with a few reflections on the things I’ve noticed lately. Whether you’ve lost a lot of weight or not, I wonder if you identify with the joy I’m getting from any of these.
- I can cross my legs again
- I can rest a tray on my lap – yes, my lap has reappeared!
- I jogged for a total of 9 minutes on my treadmill today – 3 lots of 3 minutes, within an intense hour-long session with my Personal Trainer. It might not seem like much, but it’s 9 minutes longer than I could jog two weeks ago. Along with the rest of the session, it nearly killed me, but even that felt good
- I can talk about confectionary, desserts, sweet-treats and biscuits without even the slightest hint of longing entering my mind
- My knees look and feel slimmer – great blobs of fat around them are melting away
- Bits of my midriff are starting to pull inward – is that actual abs beginning to appear? Wishful thinking, possibly
- A dozen pretty items of lingerie I haven’t worn for twenty years, yet never had the heart to discard, fit me again. Happily, I had stored them with care
- I am stronger, physically speaking, than I realised
- My neckline has totally altered – flatter décolletage, narrower shoulders, fat melting away from my neck, making necklaces hang lower, sit flatter, and look prettier
- I’m breaking-in a new pair of very tall shoes at home today – it’s lovely feeling and walking taller again, now that my feet and knees can tolerate a few elevated hours.
Once things slow down a little in terms of weekly weight loss, it’s great to be able to draw motivation for continuing the journey, away from the bathroom scales. I know I still have a long way to go, but it’s so, so wonderful to put clothes on, look at yourself in the mirror, and actually feel good about what you see. Having got used to “that’ll do”, I’d forgotten how great it feels to like your reflection – and more than that, appreciate the ways it’s changing.
I know others might look at the same figure and feel disgusted, but it’s all relative, isn’t it?