Why so emotional?

That is what I thought when I started the tears at my meeting on Saturday. I'm not even close to goal but losing 50lbs is something I never thought I could do. When I started this journey, I had about 90lbs to lose. Looking at this number is just insane to me. I know many more look at a higher number but for me I just couldn't believe that I had gained that much weight through pregnancies.

When I started I thought, wow this is a lot of weight. I needed motivation to get going. I started with the 5lb rewards. Till I got to 30lbs and bought myself a new purse :). It took me from February to lose 4lbs to reach 50lbs. I struggled a lot. I was up, I was down, I was up, it was very very frustrating. I thought about quitting, I didn't. I had bad weeks, I had bad months. I kept at this journey. I always tried but sometimes its a little easier not to. In the end I'm only happiest lighter. I've learned slowly to watch the portions, watch my calories/points. This is not something that happens overnight.

All of these emotions keep inflating that balloon than 'pop' out the emotions run, as I am so very proud of myself. Reaching a goal that I really didn't think I could get to. I'm still 30lbs away from goal weight. As I lose more it doesn't seem so impossible now to get back to where I started a few years ago.

I just have to keep reminding myself that this does work, sometimes I can't always get all the things (journalling, water, exercise, planning) to line up but all I can do is keep trying while still living and loving my life and family.

Patience is the way to win this battle.

(Oh and I posted a new pic at my new goal on the side)