This has been a week of breakthroughs, on multiple levels, the most noticeable one being breaking through my plateau. I woke up this morning to a scale number that made me literally double take. I actually weighed in three times, because I didn't believe the number I was seeing. Then I asked my husband to come and confirm it. My total weight loss is now at 6% of my starting weight, bringing me to my lowest number since my first year University (when I was a varsity level athlete).
When I started this journey, one year ago, my goal was to be 'not obese' and to not have to buy plus size clothing anymore. I have now achieved both of these milestones, and then some...and the weight of that is starting to set in.
I don't recognize my body anymore. And I don't recognize my new found zest and zeal for life. I look in the mirror and feel like I need to get to know myself all over again. I am proud- of that there is no doubt. But it's nonetheless a strange, aliented sensation to feel like a stranger in your own skin.
From an 18 to almost a size 8 in less than 12 months...that's a lot of change to adjust to in a relatively small period of time. I suppose that will take somet time, and that's ok.