I’ve been stuck at 230 pounds for what feels like forever. I’ve been fluctuating between 230-234 for months, but couldn’t get below 230 pounds, for whatever reason.
Until this morning! This morning I was at 228.8! YEAH!
I finally broke that plane and I’m so excited I could scream. I did a little happy dance in my kitchen this morning (my scale is in my kitchen because that’s the only place with extra room and a flat surface).
I was getting really frustrated and discouraged about whether or not I was never going to break 230, but I knew I needed to just keep up what I was doing, and it would happen eventually. Slow and steady wins the race (or at least remains IN the race). I knew this wasn’t going to be something that happened over night, but it made it awfully hard to stay motivated when I didn’t see the numbers changing.
So today I’m wearing jeans I haven’t worn in quite some time, weighing less than I have in quite some time, and feeling happier than I have in at least a month!
This has provided an excellent (and needed) push to stay motivated while on vacation!