Today I was happy to see 273 on the scale.  Last week wasn't my most productive.  I missed two workouts and had a Dr. Pepper (a regular Dr. Pepper).  These small things add up and I felt my weight loss screeching to a halt.  Part of me didn't care and was happy to re-enter the comfort zone I'm so used to.  I've been overweight for nearly 18 years now - half my life!  I don't remember anything else. 

I feel like I don't deserve 273.  I messed up this week.  It scares me how easy it would be to get back up to 300 pounds and how hard it is going to be to keep moving towards my goal of 155.  My therapist says it's a process. 

I have a new hair do.  I splurged and got my hair colored and cut.  I hadn't done either since last November.  I've kept up my nails too.  At my son's 5th birthday party, yesterday, almost every person said I looked really good.  Why don't I see it?  I feel it, but I'm not seeing it anymore.  It's really starting to sink in that I'm so much bigger than all the people I know.  I was really in denial.  Ignorance is bliss.

So, armed with my new do and killer nails, I'm going to forge ahead.  We're nearing the 260s with every day.  I'm hoping I will grow more comfortable in my skin as the time passes.  I have one month of cardio rehab left and I start working out in a regular gym on Tuesdays and Thursdays next week.  The people who work at the gym are very excited about my weight loss goals.  Who knows?  Maybe this time next year, I will be close to the 160s.  Wish me luck!

Here's to 273!!!