Since starting my weight loss journey on February 4, 2020 at 161 lbs, I am now at 142 lbs (April 18, 2020). I honestly feel so much better physically and mentally about my progress. I do get cold way more easily now, but it’s a small price to pay. Below are a few of my observations from this experience.
I’m not hungry as much and as often. During the first few days of my decreased caloric intake, I felt so hungry. That feeling did pass, but over time, I just found myself naturally eating less. I stopped counting calories 5 lbs ago, and I’m still losing weight. Now, I’m eating more intuitively but still keeping track of my progress quantitatively (weighing myself) and qualitatively (looking in the mirror).
It’s easy to move goal posts. I know that I am way too hard on myself. I’ve lost 19 lbs, now what? Well, there’s still a few more pounds left to go, then after that, I need to build up my obliques, define my upper and lower body more. Then after that? Honestly, it never ends, and you never really know when you’re at your peak physique until you get sidetracked and lose gains. This means I’m trying to learn to appreciate my body at every stage because I may not have a clear sense of what my body actually looks like aka body dysmorphia.
I’m more confident. When I was at my heaviest, I just didn’t feel good about my body. I was hiding behind clothes and doing poses in pictures that hid certain body parts and accentuated others. It was hard to find pictures of myself that I liked, and I just honestly didn’t like what I was seeing, so I just ended up deleting everything. Now, I find myself not having that problem as much and it did wonders for my self-esteem.