
Stupid mirror.
I must be part vampire. I say ‘part’ vampire because you know that whole “can’t see their reflection in a mirror” thing? I have that. Only it’s a little different. I can’t see in the mirror how I’ve changed.
I saw some people today that I haven’t seen since the night of our first weight-in. These people will get a great sense of how much I have changed right because they aren’t seeing me each day. You know what? They all had GREAT things to say! They think I look really good, they can really see the change. I’m happy to say they are also following me regularly in the paper every Sunday. But I don’t see what they do. I look in the mirror and I look the same as I did when I looked in a mirror the first day of this contest.
I know that I really don’t look the same. There is no way that my clothes would fit so much better if I did. So I must be part vampire. Apparently the part of me that weighs less than 200 pounds is the vampire part because I just can’t see it.
I just keep focusing on the non-mental part. I feel better. My clothes feel looser. I fit in chairs better. The number on the scale is lower. The numbers on the tape measure are lower than they were. The mirror… stays the same.
If it weren’t for the bad luck I would break that thing. I guess for now I will just have to ignore it.








Beth loves all the support from the group
Friends are just as important as the weight loss.
Three weigh-ins left.
The Great Pocono Weight Race. Are we nearing the finish line or getting ready for the marathon by doing a 5 K? I think for most of us this race will continue the rest of our lives. We won’t forget standing in the hallway at Elevations every Thursday waiting to see if the scale will be kind that day. Wondering how much different our home scale is this week. We’ve made friends and formed a support group.
For me I am so thrilled to have lost 22.7 pounds but I have found the group bond to be a much more rewarding experience. I can’t say that I’ve ever been in a group where I could speak freely about my weight. Even though I was involved in sports I was never the skinny one. I have had coaches in school force the skinny girl to give up her favorite shirt number because I needed the XL and there was only a medium left. Needless to say, this is embarrassing.
I think everyone in our group has a story that goes something like that or maybe even more hurtful or more embarrassing. But in our group there is no judging. We are all in the same boat. Even if someone is more than 100 pounds overweight or just 30 we all are working toward the same goal and all doing it right this time. I am going to miss our weekly weigh-ins and training sessions but I will not miss (nor will I ever invite back) that 22.7 pounds.