I've been getting antsy and quite honestly pissed off at the dumb scale. I know it's just a number. I'm trying to be patient and accept that things are not moving south as fast as I would like. I know I've lost a bunch of inches since December 15th and am back in my skinniest clothes and also purchased some size 12 stuff... which is wicked small for me.
Tonight, I took a few minutes in finding a Throwback Thursday pic of my kids to really appreciate the difference between the 240 pounds I was 10 years ago and the 195 pounds I am today. If it takes a few extra months to get down to my goal weight of 160, but it'll be ok.
Honestly, I'm not even sure I can imagine that weight, but my doc assures me that it's possible and she wants me there.... she prefers 150 but will settle for 160. (I have some hormone issues and migraine issues that she is 100% confident will abate with less adipose tissue on my body mucking with my system.) I don't think she understands that I was a skinny pre-period pre-boobs 136 running cross country my 9th grade year, 155 rowing in college, and 174 when I got married. The lightest I have been in the last 10 years is 184.
160 sounds freaking tiny to me. We shall see.