Ever since starting this most recent weight loss journey, my health team has asked me, "what is your goal weight?"
And I never really had an answer. I focused on wanting to be able to do new things and keep up with my niece (and now nephew). Even reaching "onderland" didn't have a huge impact on me because that wasn't my focus.
As I continue to lose weight, I'm paying more attention to the numbers. When I think about joining a DietBet, I hesitate when I see my goal because it seems unreal to me. Me? In the 170's? Um, pft.
And yet, here I am.
When I started this journey, I was morbidly obese. And it's funny that the term bothers me more now than it did then. Morbidly obese. Pre-diabetic. And I just accepted that as fact. I was completely apathetic to my situation.
As the weight started coming off, I took note of when I slipped into "regular" obesity. And then I put the numbers aside again.
Yesterday I stepped on the scale and as the numbers flashed at me, I realized I am no longer obese. I couldn't entirely trust the scale. So, I stepped on it again today.
I am overweight. It's been 9 years since I could last say that. Overweight. I'm taking a moment to experience this without thinking ahead to my next goals. I deserve to enjoy this moment. And so I shall.