Day 62--My Two Month Anniversary Huzzah!

This is a momentous occasion. I never thought I'd still be doing this in July! I'm so surprised by this whole thing. I'm changing, on the outside, and on the inside, and I don't know what I will be when it's all done. Somewhere along the way I lost myself. I dislike the thought that my whole life centers around my weight. It determines everything for me: where I go, even where I sit, how I feel about myself.
Exactly 2 months ago, on a Tuesday morning, I made the decision to lose weight. I had no idea how I would do it, but I was determined. I hoped God would lead me to which 'diet' I was supposed to go on. And funny thing, I never went on a diet! No, I fell into all those changeyourlifestylehippypeople online and even some who eat weird things that I would never eat and LIKE it. So here I am, 22 pounds lighter, and as happy as a clam.
Who would have thought losing weight could be fun? I like walking now. I surprisingly look forward to it. I like looking at myself in the mirror. My clothes are fitting better, my face is thinning, and after only 22 pounds gone! I get to thinking what it will be like at 32, 42, 52 pounds gone. I love and hate feeling so confident and sure. I'm always ready for the FAIL of the diet, where I do one thing wrong then pitch it out the window. It just hasn't happened yet. Why do I feel it won't?
I am rereading The Amazing Adventures of Dietgirl! If you have not read it run out immediately and get it! She started out at 350, just like me! Maybe someday I'll turn MY blog into a book. Now that would be the heighth of weirdness.
So what do I have planned for my two month celebration? Not much. My hubby and I rehung all the wall stuff in my room, and it looks smashing. The air conditioning is off and I'm enjoying the cooler weather. A special day in the past for me always focused on what to eat. Funny how that did not even enter my mind til just now when I wrote that. I'm not using food to reward myself anymore! Well now that's a breakthru!
I must confess something. I hate doing the laundry. I have for a very long time. It has built up to astronomical proportions. There is just too much STUFF and I hate it. So I figured if I can control what goes into my mouth and like it, I can do the same for my laundry. I'm actually writing down a goal here--I think I need a drumroll! I'm going to take care of it all this week. I'm sick of looking at it. There.
Make wise choices AND
Never give up, never surrender!

Later!