Two months doesn't seem that long. Two months really isn't that long. But in two months, my body has changed tremendously. I haven't lost a lot of weight, but my shape has definitely changed.
I was so focused on the scale and the numbers it keeps spitting out at me. I didn't take time to really pay attention to what has been going on with my body. It's transforming. I'm no where near my goal, but I am quite pleased with the progress I am making.
I found myself crying the other day. Mr. 'man Clan asked why. I told him I'm not emotionally ready to lose weight. I'm not ready for all it entails. I don't know when I will except this. When I noticed the difference in the photos, I cried. They were happy tears. They were frustrated tears. Happy because I am starting to be healthy. Frustrated because I couldn't SEE this in the mirror. I didn't SEE it when I tried on clothes and had to go down a size. I couldn't SEE that I don't have to shop in the plus size area of my favorite size.
This is a big deal for me. For once in my life, I'm on the right path. For once, I am losing weight the healthy way. I'm exercising. I'm eating so much better than I was. I still have slip ups. I'm not perfect. I occasionally find myself standing over my toilet thinking, "Why did I just do this? Why did I let it get the best of me?" I'm going to come out on top of this monster. I will not let it defeat me.