My big goal this year is 100 pounds down by Christmas, and that seems very doable. That's less than 10 lbs a month, and I'm well on my way. Because such a big goal can at times be daunting, I broke it up.
My next goal was to be under 200 lbs by my 30th birthday in mid-June. More ambitious than the original since that's 54 lbs from January by June. Today's weigh in put me at 215.4 lbs. That's 2 lbs down from yesterday (!), and it puts me at 10 lbs down for the month of April. In March I only lost 8 lbs (which is still a good, healthy amount) but it throws me off my June goal chase by 2 lbs. Essentially, I want to lose 16 lbs in 6 weeks.
The crux of the issue is that the numbers don't add up so to speak. At 2 lbs a week, which is a fairly ambitious number, I'm going to be short by about 4 pounds, at least. Needless to say that realization has hurt. Like crying myself to sleep hurt. I don't want to risk my current success (cause I am winning the war against the fat) by crash/fad dieting just to hit my birthday.
It could be easy for me to throw my hands up and give in realizing I'm going to fail at reaching my goal. Hell, I've failed at quite a few goals in this journey. I failed at hitting 10 pounds down in March, I failed getting to the gym 3 times a week in April, and I'm on track to fail my under 200 pounds by my birthday. Failing is part of anything worth doing.
I'm also winning. I've lost 38 pounds when I, and others, told me it was a lost battle before I got started. I've averaged 2 lbs a week weight loss for 4 months! And, although I'm not on track to get under 200 lbs for my birthday, I am on track to hit 50 pounds lost by my birthday, and that's a pretty sweet victory too.
And if I fail at that? Well, I readjust my goals as necessary. This is my new life long marathon, not a sprint. For example, I failed my 3 times a week goal in April, so it got rolled to May. I think I'll celebrate by hitting the gym this afternoon.
PS- my first before/after, cause why not? :)
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