I have officially reached the halfway mark in my weight-loss goal. While losing 23 lbs is exciting enough, the knowledge that I haven’t been this light in 9 years (since I went on the Atkins diet and felt like death for a solid month) adds a little extra dose of sweetness to the equation. 

However, because this recent weight-loss has mostly been fueled by a loss of appetite (due to medicinal circumstances) I don’t actually feel as great as I have when I’ve been trying to lose weight because I’ve not been feeling good enough to work out. This is something I’m planning to change after the stress of this weekend dies down and the weather begins to shift (HOORAY FOR WALKS ON THE BEACH!) because I like how I feel when I’m physically active and I especially like how my body looks when it’s toned and more athletically able. 

Not to sound pessimistic at all, but the one major problem I’m running into is the problem with my wardrobe. Being that I’ve been a size twelve for the majority of my life, I have years upon years of this sized attire. Now, these things are loose-fitting, which is an exciting feeling for me, but I simply don’t have the funding to start replenishing my closet. Besides, it seems pointless to spend money on clothes right now if I’m still planning to lose another significant chunk of weight in the next few months that would render any new clothes worthless and, thus, make them complete wastes of money I don’t have. So, for right now it’s a lot of flowy, adjustable skirts and stretchy sweaters.

This being said, I’m not balking at having reached the halfway mark, although to be honest I’m really kind of impressed I’ve stuck with it this far. Even on days when my appetite is in full swing, I’ve been making good choices and never overdoing it, which is an EXTREMELY new practice for me. (Seriously. Only Keith Moon practiced an excessive lifestyle better than me and I’m convinced that it’s only because he was rich.) For the first time in my entire life, taking the five months required to reach the weight goal I’ve set for myself seems manageable and realistic. 23 lbs left to go hardly sounds daunting to me knowing that I’ve been able to successfully handle the first 23. 

It’s weird to realize that I’m finally emerging out of baby fat at 26 years old… with a pregnancy under my belt, no less.