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Woo Hoo...half way to goal!!

Okay, so my actual goal it a little higher than the goal on this blog, but my whole idea was 50 pounds in 50 weeks so here we are....tomorrow will be 17 weeks and I am half way to my goal!!!

I only lost 1 pound in the previous two weeks, so this past week I decreased my workout time and voila! 2 pounds down in one week!! I got advice that if anything, I needed to increase my workouts...I knew from what Sparkpeople was telling me and from the amount of calories I was eating that I needed to increase my calories or decrease my workouts. I adjusted the number of minutes that I am working out so it will adjust my alloted calories up a little. 2 pounds a week is great progress, I wouldn't want to lose any more than that (okay, I'd be thrilled if I lost 5 pounds in a week, but I think that is too fast!)

I am very happy with my progress...I have lost 25 pounds! I was watching a woman on Oprah the other day talking about how she was so obsessed with other people noticing her weight loss. I really had to stop myself and say...it doesn't matter what other people think...its just that I feel like I have lost enough that people should be noticing and they are not. The greatest feeling is when someone says "you've lost weight" I have only had one person at work say that to me, but I have to get over it. Someday, when I am wearing some new outfit, someone will say "wow! you look great" and until then, as long as I know I am losing and getting healthy, that's all that matters!

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  1. I know what it's like, weight loss is for YOU, but it sure feels good to hear people recognize how much effort you've put into getting yourself healthy. I mean seriously, no one has noticed 25lbs, the equivelant of a turkey!, missing from your frame? I can't see you in person but from your pics here you are looking GREAT! Good job!

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