It Took 3 Weeks But It Finally Happened.

The scale moved today. 123!!!!!!!!!!

I woke up at 3:30am to give Lily her bottle and I saw it on the floor leering at me. Taunting me. I can almost here it saying..."come play with me Pam, I'll be good to you this time" January 6th was when I reached my goal. 125. Sigh. I still can't believe I once was 175....
And since that day, I have stepped on the scale around 4 times. Once I was actually 124 but the next day I went to 126 (Damn you period!) And the last few times the scale stayed frozen at 125. Ugh! It is very frustrating. No matter how much I tell myself that I will not let scale dominate my mornings (Mornings are the only time of the day when YOU SHOULD weigh yourself) It usually does. But it doesn't ruin my day. I have learned to not stay disappointed because of it. I know I have worked hard. I know I have been busting my butt like an animal and I know the scale will be good to me. I just know it.
My weight loss right now is a very slow one. Tediously slow. I remember the 1st month. From July 16-August 16, I lost 15 pounds. Holy Shit! The second month another 15. 3rd month I believe 10 pounds. From then on, it began to slow down.

Nowadays, I have noticed I don't lose weight on a weekly basis anymore. I lose every 2-3 weeks. I just checked my chart, and it's been happening for 8 weeks now. I am happy about it though. I don't know why I am in such a hurry to lose more weight. I just want to get down to 115-120 and I will be super satisfied with that number. I do want to gain more muscle and that will always weigh more than fat. I gotta keep telling myself that. Muscle weighs more. Muscle weighs more.

I have made a promised to myself to only weigh myself twice a month. That should keep me in line :)