I've crossed over the 1/2 way mark and I just have to pat myself on the back. I have roughly 33 lbs to go. I feel amazing...I'm a slow loser, but this is working so I'm here for the long haul. As I get closer I may re-examine my goal weight, but for right now, I'm all set with it. I got into a small size of jeans comfortably(that's the key word) no muffin top, no wedgies, I could breathe and I can't tell you how excited that makes me feel. I'm getting there. The old me is re-ermerging.
I saw some people at a party this weekend that I hadn't seen in about a year. I absolutely loved the shock in their face when they saw me. I knew that it was real. I also had a heart to heart with my dad, who surprisingly through all of this has been really supportive. He told me how proud he was of me for losing weight and that what I'm doing is hard work and don't let anyone tell me that I don't look good...etc. He gave me a hug and kissed me on the cheek. It was HUGE! My dad is not the type to do that at all. Bittersweet that he's proud of my weightloss and didn't tell me he was proud of the other things I've done in my life, but I'll take it. I've tried my whole life to make him proud of me.