It's been a few days since I looked down at the scale and saw 269.  Having a hard time doing anything these last couple of weeks.  Not working out consistantly and feeling overwhelmed. 

It's just weird to have lost close to 30 pounds.  People are starting to say things like, "You've lost weight!"  And, "Wow!  You look good!"  Not at all bad, but it makes me feel...  I don't know how to describe it.  Sometimes I feel just as fat as I always was and I forget.  When people mention it I feel good, but I also feel bad because I know that it really does matter how you look on the outside.  It reminds me of how I lied to myself and really let myself go.  How many years have I wasted?

So, I'm a little down.  AND I can't have any chocolate cake to numb the pain.  Thank goodness for girlfriends and a good book.  I know getting back into my workouts will help too. 

On the bright side, our church had a clothing giveaway and I got some wonderful clothes in my smaller size (2x)!  What a blessing!  Had no idea what I was going to do about clothes with all of our money going to pay for the therapy our two sons with autism need.  I donated some of my larger clothes and hope they help someone else out.

Can't believe  how close I am to 250!  My mom promised she would take me shopping for some new pants when I hit 250.  Don't think she really thought I would ever take her up on it, but she's in  trouble!  She just might have to buy me some for Christmas.

Here's to 269!  Only 114 more to lose!