thirteen months in and I hit 80 pounds gone this morning. I actually made my husband look at the scale twice because I didn't believe it.
What's funny is the small stuff nobody warns you about. I walked into our little pharmacy downtown for my refill and the gal behind the counter said, "Honey, you're gonna need a new insurance card photo." Then I went home and tried on a pair of jeans from the back of the closet — size 22, now a 12. I sat on the floor and cried a little, then laughed at myself.
Insurance was the annoying part. We had to redo the prior authorization in January and I spent two weeks calling the number on the back of my card, being real polite, taking notes. Worth it, but mercy.
Habits that stuck: a two-mile loop past the grain elevator three evenings a week, and a protein shake before I leave the house so I don't come home ravenous.
Anyone else have their pharmacy staff cheering them on? Ours is basically my second family now.