After ever so slowly inching in on my original goal of 155, I achieved it yesterday morning. It's about the lowest I have been since the early 1980s, although I am still not able to fit into my wedding dress. I was 15 pounds lighter then. While my stomach is flatter, I still have girth around my waist and lots of drooping skin, but, what the hell, it is time to celebrate. Because of Zumba, there is a lot less drooping skin despite the waist loss. Being on the far end of middle age at 63, I can attest to the fact that it is not written in stone that older women can't fight weight gain. The same day I reached 155, my husband made 185, a full 28 pounds off.
The best thing I can say about losing weight is that I feel so much younger. Clothes shopping is fun again - clothes fit. People tell me I'm thin. Something has changed inside of me that allows me to make wiser food choices when I am out. I am no longer living to eat. It is so wonderful to seldom get hungry - I used to plan what to bring in case of hunger attacks. Now I simply pack 24 oz jugs of water; actually I think I may start carrying two. I didn't need a new bathing suit this year; the old one looks fabulous. So enter Benjamin button: it's as if someone gave me a brief opportunity to step back in time. My body has better stamina and is firmer, my self-image has improved, my hunger cravings are "normal" and I spend much less time thinking about food.
Day 107
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