Weekly weigh in:
Last Friday I was 11st 5lbs.
This Friday I am 11st.
I lost 5lbs! I know it's because I had a sts last week (and after this big loss it's totally possible I'll have a sts next week) but still. 1 week, 5lbs!!
I've now lost just over 3.5 stone, or 50lbs exactly.
So let me dwell on this a minute.
A few years ago, I had a Cambridge diet counsellor (she was very nice) who told me I'd look pretty much 'normal' at 11st. So it's always been a back-of-the-mind thing for me. I've been obese all my life, normal has always felt so far out of reach.
Well, I don't look normal. I look close to normal from my neck to about my navel and then my outsize stomach (2 sizes bigger than the rest of me) ruins it. If my stomach were in proportion then yes, with my clothes on at least I probably would look normal.
11st was my super secret target to reach by Xmas. At one point, despairing, I changed that target to 11st 7lbs.
So I've reached a target I thought was unreachable a month early.
The next downward numbers on the scale will be 10st + something.
10st something.
I never in my life thought I'd see a 10 as the first two numbers on my scale. Never in my adult life. I remember being heavier than that aged 12.
Seeing 15 as the first two numbers, 16, 17, 18, all of those numbers I am used to. All of those numbers I've seen and make sense to me as being what I weigh.
10st something sounds like what a normal human being might weigh, doesn't it?
It sounds like a weight that nobody would call fat, at least not huge. Probably nobody would yell rude names in the street or throw stones at someone weighing 10st something.
You know, I realized yesterday that it's a while since anyone shouted names at me in the street.
Maybe I do look just normal enough.
Roll on the 10st-somethings.