I am at 239 pounds.

I cannot recall when I last saw 239 on the scale. I don’t think I was weighing myself at all during the time in my life when I went from the 220’s to the 240’s.  I vividly remember being 222, 227 maybe, in high school. It might have even been during the first year of college. The point is, however, that I haven’t been this low since probably 2004. Perhaps even 2002.

A few things have come into my mind during the last few weeks, and they’re all connected to this recent success.

I’m not thinking about 239 as a victory. I’m thinking of it as an expected result of all the hard work I’ve put in over the last several  months.

I’m looking at 239 as the second hill of a collection of hills I need to reach before I get excited about anything.

I’m realizing that my body isn’t going to look like it did when I previously weighed 239, or 222 or 210. I wonder if that’s something some people who lose a lot of weight are disappointed about. I don’t have loose skin yet, but I can tell that there are other fitness related things I’ll need to do to not look sloppy and lose weight.  ‘Toning up’ with various muscles seems like the best way to describe it.

I’ve accepted that this journey isn’t just to lose weight. It’s going to be a constant battle. Early on(July-ish), I had a few episodes of binge eating. Terrible choices, made on impulse. Over the last month and a bit, I’ve taken a lot of control over that.  I’m recognizing moments where I’d just eat something until it was gone. Eat three or four servings instead of one.

I’ve learned to taste things. Eating slower and with smaller portions, and at reasonable hours has done amazing things.   I haven’t talked about my diet much, but that’s really because I’ve been blogging about biking for a month. I hope to touch upon food in October.

230s. Great to be here, looking for a short stay before entering the land of Twotwenty. Haven’t been there in a LONG time…so, this will be a great challenge that I am ready for.