Anyone else have a goal number that feels more like a taunt than a target? Mine is triple digits — 100 pounds gone. I'm at 84, and I'm saying that out loud because my brain keeps skipping right past it to the 16 still left.
Nineteen months in. Size 22 to a 14, a blood pressure reading my doctor actually smiled at, and I can take the stairs at work without the little pause at the top.
The habits that got me here are boring: protein with breakfast, a 20-minute walk after dinner, and a water bottle I refill twice before noon.
But lately I do math all day. If I lose 1.5 a week, that's eleven more weeks... and then I want to rush, and rushing is exactly how I quit last time.
For anyone who's crossed a big round number: did the stretch right before it feel different? How did you stay patient instead of pushing too hard?