So this morning marks a new milestone for me on my journey. I saw 160 on the scales. I am only 8 lbs from reaching a normal BMI. It's still a daily struggle, but I've come this far and refuse to give up. Sometimes I worry about what happens once I decide I'm done losing though. This is who I am now. It makes me feel productive to see the numbers go down. I'll be relieved obviously and feel like I've achieved something great, but at the same time...the idea of it scares me. What else concerns me is that I've came to the conclusion that I'll never feel perfect. No matter how small I get I'll still look in the mirror and be confronted by an array of imperfections that cannot be corrected. I guess I naively thought that I'd eventually be able to be entirely pleased with myself. I suppose that will be my next endeavor...the next hurdle on my path. Deciding that imperfections are what make each of us uniquely beautiful. Perhaps that will be even harder than losing the weight, but it's something that has to be done...and it will be done.
Hope all of you are well. :)