You know, it MAY be arbitrary, but 200 lbs is just one of those numbers that women NEVER want to see on the scale. And you know what? That is ALL I have seen (I mean, 200 or MORE) on the scale since a few months before I got pregnant with the twins.
Well, this morning I was 202.5 on the scale. The day before, I was 204.8. I had a good day of eating today and another swim (following the 8.4 km jog I did on Wednesday night – WOOT!!!).
I MAY just be on the precipice of seeing that damn 200 vanish to be replaced by a 1 followed by other numbers. I might cry if that happens. It’s a big deal to me. And yeah, by the end of the day, I might be up over that again, but that’s fine – the trend is where it should be…DOWN.
I’m proud of myself. This isn’t easy. I’ve been very down about myself, and very grumpy about giving over my little free time to exercise when all I want is to REST.
I’ll keep you posted, but just had to say it – there is LOT riding on this number for me. It’s loaded, and significant, and whether it should be or not, it’s gotta go.
And it’s gonna go. SOON.