I’m down 10 pounds. It’s kind of a magic number, 10. It sounds nice and even. My nutritionist called it a “decade,” which makes it sound kind of fun and epic. 

For women, I believe it’s a size. For men…not sure. Maybe a waist size? 2 inches off the waist maybe? My pants are fitting distinctly looser, which is nice. I will need new belts soon, and probably new pants as well. Cause, you know, I definitely needed more expenses. Though in this case I think I’m okay with that.

This isn’t the lowest or thinnest I’ve been ever. But it is the lowest I’ve been in…probably 2 years or so. Another 10 pounds and I’ll be the lowest I’ve been since university. 

Shit’s getting real.

The change is, in ways, a little scary. I am definitely making sacrifices. Well, that sounds too epic, really. Making different food choices or holding off in some ways is not really a huge sacrifice. But it is a really big life style change for me. And the stakes are high.

This is the first time I’ve consistently lost weight in years, particularly without intense exercise. In ways that’s the bigger deal. I don’t wanna fuck this up. I want to do this and do this right until it becomes second nature.

I feel like I want to do this til I can relax, but that doesn’t really work, does it? Diets are only good for temporary weight loss. Without a serious change to eating habits you just go right back to the way you were. And what’s the point in that?

I think that’s what scares me, too. Just becoming another weight loss statistic, one of the 80% (statistic is an estimate) of people who lose weight, only to gain it back after, or gain back more. I can’t let myself be that guy. I have to do better.

Weigh in again tomorrow. While I haven’t been perfect this weekend, I’ve been pretty good. We’ll see.