Today is July 26th and today was a good day.
Today was a good day for a number of reasons, but it was an especially good day because I discovered I’d lost enough weight last week to hit my 10-pound benchmark. I know everyone’s probably getting sick of hearing about it and I promise I’m not turning into one of those girls who obsesses over things like this, but seriously? Celebration. On so many levels. One, I feel awesome. Two, it means I’ve stuck with it for two months. I can’t really remember the last time I made myself do anything for two months. And eating out less has saved me a ton of money—money I can save or use to do things like travel or pay off my car sooner or something. I just feel like I’ve accomplished something that’s pretty big for me, and I’ve still got a ways to go, but I know I can get there now. It’s not about the weight so much as the challenge and the discipline it’s taking. And the endgame of knowing I’ve actually done something good for myself. And knowing that by the time next summer rolls around, maybe I can actually enjoy a pool day and not feel gross. That would be cool.
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