Wednesday, January 15, 2020
Yesterday i weighed myself....and to my great delight, the 196 was now a 194! And it is still 194 today. That means in one more pound, I will be at my second goal. The first was to get into Onderland and the second goal was to have lost 20 lbs since I started this leg of my journey back on Nov 1st at the weight of 213.
Yesterday i was carrying an armful of items out of my room to the kitchen. And it was a STRUGGLE...and it occurred to me that the stuff I was carrying probably was less than or equal to the 20 lbs (almost) that I have just lost. It's amazing how, when the change is gradual - either in gaining or losing - we lose sight of how HARD it is or was to carry all that weight around.. My feet were killing me --as they kill me even sitting in the recliner.--but even more so than they do when walking unencumbered. My knees are starting to go now and I know that it is not good to go into knee replacements when you weigh too much. Hopefully by the time I need to start thinking seriously about having that surgery, I will be at a good weight and won't have to worry about it.
But I mean really...the amount I have to lose is more than I could lift. So how is it that I'm hefting around all this weight now on my poor ankles, feet and hips? If I actually do lose that extra 100 lbs....will i feel noticeably better? Will I be able to walk without crying in pain? I don't know. But it definitely can't hurt me more than i am already hurting.