It's official. I've lost 20 pounds. It seems somewhat insignificant, because it is only a mini goal and I still have about 20-30 more pounds to go to reach my ideal weight. However, think about what 20 pounds represents. I'm thinking right now of two 10-pound bags of potatoes and that's significant.
I'm constantly smiling when I get up in the morning and get dressed and realize all my pants (no matter what size I have in the closet – the used-to-fit-perfect or used-to-fit-tight) are all too big. In fact I've started to make a donation bag with clothes that just plain look awful and frumpy because of their size.
I can also see the difference in my face, see below. The photo on the left was taken last summer, and the one on the right at my brother's wedding this past February (I've since lost another five pounds).
I'm pretty happy with the progress and to be totally honest, it hasn't been hard at all. I know I'll have to work extra hard for the next 20. But I'll get there!