Not quite done, yet. I've got a lot weighing on my mind. (ha no pun intended) I woke up at the same weight I was last Friday. The weekend weight is gone just in time for another one. I was almost expecting this plateau. There seems to be a huge mental block right now. I'm 250.8. That's my pre-Reya weight. (She's 13!). I literally have not been this size since high school. A year ago, I never in a million years would have thought I'd be here; I was still trying to lose the last 10 baby lbs. After I started working out I had very little goals. 308 was one.. then under 300. Then 282 that would be 100lbs lost. This is the next one. 250. 250 is where I wanted to try to conceive another baby. Life happened and that's not really an option right now. If I think about it practically it's not a bad thing. 250 is still BIG. The more weight I lose the better off I'll be when the *right* time to ttc comes around. The more I lose the less likely I am to have complications like gestational diabetes--more about this one later. My pregnancy with Lila-belle wasn't great. The point is there's a lot of emotional bullshit I'm wading through right now. The part about not having your mind right can really eff up some progress. So, I've identified it. Now to get through it.
In March there's a challenge that I'm joining. I tend to do really well with start and end points. If I try to break it down like that things go better for me. Looking at the overall picture is just too overwhelming. If my first goal had been 250 I would have given up a long time ago. Little Bear is almost over, I still have to put on some shoes and just hit PLAY. Legs and back always leave me feeling totally amazing that I just accomplished that. I could use some feeling amazing today.