I have a secret goal. My mother is coming to visit me from Thunder Bay at the end of March and I have a goal to have lost 40 lbs by the time she arrives. I haven’t told her I’m losing weight, she knows that I’ve made some lifestyle changes – not eating out, giving up pop and juice – but I never told her I joined WW or that I’ve lost weight. I’ve been wanting to shock her with my appearance. Part of me was worried that I wouldn’t hit my weight loss goal by the time she came to visit but I’ve been trying to be positive and work towards it anyway.
I lost 3.4 lbs this week, which means that I only have to lose 3.6 lbs to hit my goal by the time my mom gets here!
I’m so jazzed. I love the weeks where I lose big numbers! Seeing such a big drop makes me feel like I can do ANYTHING! I feel like I could climb a mountain or do something really difficult (like eat fish) on days like this. I still have miles to go, but I have confidence I’ll get there. I have to remember this feeling on the weeks that aren’t so good because it is a humdinger of wonderful-ness.
Twelve weeks in and I feel like this is some kind of dream. I have been peppering myself with positive self-talk this entire time but I think I’m actually starting to believe it.