I don't think I expressed myself very well in my Cylinder post. I kind of talked about how I hate how society makes women feel pressure to be a perfect size, and then I jumped to "I'm going on a diet!" I realize now that I didn't transition very well. :) What I guess I was trying to say was this: I'm not dieting because I want to fit into the Hollywood mold. I'm very, very against that. Which is why I've historically not been a big fan of dieting. That and the whole I'm-so-hungry-that-I'm-pissed-all-the-time-and-want-to-gouge-my-eyeballs-out thing. What I was trying to say was that I'm dieting not because I want to have a perfect body, but because I don't want to cringe when I look at photos of myself. That is my emotional goal. My physical goal, which I wrote down on my goal tracker packet, is to lose 12 pounds. But my emotional goal is not to cringe when I see photos of myself. That's all. And I think that's a good motive for dieting. A worthwhile motive.
So anywayssssssss (as Nacho Libre would say), I lost four pounds in one week. And I had to also take my measurements again. I lost two inches off my bust (Which is so sad. Why does the weight so easily come off the one area where I don't want it to come off?), one inch off my waist (Hallelujah!), 1/2 inch off my hips, and 1/2 inch off my thighs. I'm loving that I'm seeing immediate results. Nothing is worse than working your butt off and not seeing a dang thing change. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt. So this is great. I'm not sick of the shakes yet; I still think they're delicious.
Can you imagine if I lost more than just the 12 pounds?? I mean, in reality, I should lose 30 pounds or so, according to that body mass index chart thingey. So if I happen to lose that much, I won't be sad. That's for sure. But we'll see.
Here's to not cringing at photographs of myself anymore.
2 comments:
I love the "emotional" goals. Love that.
Those are good goals! It's so awesome that you're doing so well on this diet!!
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