Keep forgetting to weigh myself. Something subliminal perhaps?
Ha!
Starting to realize that the manfolk is actually ok with me and how I look. Sounds stupid but it was a big realization last week (after I had a half drunken body image breakdown). I even bought a pair of shorts. Ha! Just because he said I should.
I think it is difficult because the ex used to be such an image Nazi. Everything was always supposed to look just right, every pound was lamented and guilt about food and activity choices was an every day, every minute thing.
Still walking, have just under 50 days to do about 50 miles. My pace has slowed but I'm on track.
Still drinking water at work. Still a challenge to do so on the weekends.
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