So as of this morning, I am 65.7kg - which means that I am less than one measly kilogram away from my next goal. I haven't been this weight in like... two years? It feels fucking great. My knees aren't so flabby, I can see my shoulder blades and my shoulder joints are starting to peek through. I remember first seeing a thigh gap at 64kg, so I'm excited for that again. I am also starting to see my hips, but not in the front like normal people, but on the side - it almost squares out. It's great - basically.
I will be on track for my 1kg a week loss if I'm under 65 by Monday, but realistically, that will probably only happen by Wednesday. Not least of which because I'm going for brunch in a few hours and then to a burlesque festival.
The question that I ask myself is where I'm going to stop. My goal has always been below 60 - but I also have been questioning recently what other people would think of me if I was that weight again... I mean - I don't want to draw attention to myself. BUT - I WASN'T THAT THIN! I dunno. I feel like aiming for 60 will lead to 58 will lead to 55 like it did last time and then I'll starve myself down and then binge myself up. I dunno. I feel like I need to have a finish line.
Anyway for now, I am focused on breaking 65. And then it will be a provisional finish line of 63. I am proud of the way that I have done this loss - I mean I have been restricting, but aiming for 800 cals a day sometimes going over and allowing myself a cheatmeal, which pushes the cals up. My cheat meal this week was an Indian meal with David - who then stayed over. It's no vibes or anything, I just still like to see him every now and then...
Peace & Love
Peace & Love