I’ve finally lost 50 pounds.  Slightly bruised from falling off the wagon, I climbed back on with great results.  I’ve been gaining and losing the same 7 or so pounds over the last month, but I’m moving in the right direction now.

Along with the 50 pound mark, I’m back under 300.  It’s been about three years since I was this weight, and it feels good.  I bought a new pair of jeans the other day, and now I’m questioning whether I should have gone down another size.  Regardless, they won’t look quite as baggy as the jeans I wore at 350 pounds!

I’ve been chugging away with this new life for the last 29 weeks, and though my goal was to lose 2 pounds a week, I am completely satifsfied with my progress.  I know that going slow makes weight loss last, and I welcome the setbacks that teach me I can come back from them.  There will come a point when I’m going to have to simply maintain my weight, and I think these setbacks will help me with that.  Otherwise, there wouldn’t be much keeping me from saying, “Okay, I reached my goal and now I don’t have to try any more.”

I’m not even that worried about the holidays.  I know that I can have a day or two where I go a little crazy (not bingeing crazy, but it’s Thanksgiving crazy) and go back to being healthy after that.  After all, it’s what a skinny girl would do, right?