It's weird to me how a small amount of weight can have a tremendous impact on the way I look and feel. Back in October, when I got back from Hawaii, I saw the dreaded 219-point-something on the scale. HORRORS! That's almost 220! So I got serious and I started tracking every morsel, and working harder (and more) at losing.
This week I weighed in at 208-ish (207-point-something) and I'm wearing this shirt that actually fits.
How does that happen? How is it that a mere 12 pounds off of my frame (I'm tall; I'm lucky) makes such a huge difference?
I need to remember this feeling. I need to acknowledge that it isn't easy, but it is so worthwhile.
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