It's Not Just the Big Things That Matter

This Takin' Care of Mama Journey sure has it's ups and downs, 

but I am still moving forward towards my weight loss goals.

After several weeks in November of having my weight bounce around like a ping pong ball again,

the past couple of weeks, since Thanksgiving, have been good.  Really good.
I have only gained weight one day since we returned from our trip to Oregon,
and I have lost 12.6 pounds in 14 days.
(I gained weight on my sickest day, because I didn't eat enough calories.)

Here are some of the Little Things . . . 

and the Big Things . . .

that continue to play a part in my weight loss journey.

Sometimes it is the Little Things that matter . . .

like moving down 1 little belt notch after another.

(down 5 notches in 5 months)

Sometimes it is the Big Things that matter . . .

like being REALLY close to the BIG 5-0 Lost.

Sometimes it is the Little Things that matter . . .

like buying new jeans just 2 sizes smaller after 40 pounds lost.

(when really hoping I would need an even smaller size)

Sometimes it is the Big Things that matter . . .

like losing 38" of body fat in 5 months.

(with 6", 8", and 8" in the Big 3 measurement areas)

Sometimes it is the Little Things that matter . . .

like the sweet friend that says, "I can see it in your face".

(even though I cannot imagine how no one can not notice the rest of the 38" lost)

Sometimes it is the Big Things that matter . . .

like the 10 pounds lost in 10 days before I got sick.  Woo Hoo!

Sometimes it is the Little Things that matter . . .

like saying "No" to my craving for an Ice Cream Bar when I was sick.

(because, I told myself, being sick is not a good excuse to eat junk)

Sometimes it is the Big Things that matter . . .

like going out to eat at Red R*bin without ordering a burger and fries.

(which some of you would think is a little thing . . . but for me was a VERY BIG thing.)

My Weight Loss Journey has not been all about some big lofty goal,

because I want to take each little step one at a time,

reworking my goals here and there,

allowing myself to "live",

and not base my diet on deprivation.

Early on, I told a friend that I hoped to lose 50-60 pounds by New Years.

While ping ponging up and down in October and November,

I definitely wondered if I would meet that goal,

but I did not get discouraged,

because it wasn't all about a set date.

Now, it looks quite likely that I will hit that goal before Christmas,

which is quite exciting for me.

Then I will be able to look ahead and make some new goals.

However, 

some may wonder what my ultimate weight loss goal is.

How much do I plan to lose?

Really.  

I have no idea.

I am not set on a number on the scale,

nor am I set on a size for my jeans.

Maybe I will lose another 50 pounds and feel "good".

Maybe I will lose another 60 or 70 pounds.

I really have no idea.

I am confident that the Lord will tell me 

when I have reached a healthy weight,

the weight that He has designed for me.

I have no lofty goals of becoming a 50+ Model

(if there even is such a thing).

I don't need to wear a Size 1.

I won't ever be putting on a bikini.

I look forward to being healthier.

I look forward to living longer.

(though some days I do wish the Lord 
would just come and take us all home)

I look forward to standing tall (or not so tall)
next to my "always slender" husband.

I look forward to the reward of knowing
I worked hard to meet my goals.

(even if those goals aren't set in stone)

Bring on the New Year.

Bring on the next 50 pounds to lose.

One little step at a time.