This morning was interesting. I’ve been waiting for this weigh in for DAYS. And this morning I had an rather abrubt hospital wake up call, so needless to say my weigh in got delayed until about 20 minutes ago. Poop.
But…on that note, if I could get a drumroll please….
Last week = 190.8
This week = 187.4
down 3.4 pounds!
Holy crap-a-pa-looza! I have no idea where these huge numbers are coming from. 3.2 last week and 3.4 this week. That’s awesome. Although I’m practically 100% certain it’s actually nothing more than a combination of being ill and no more bloating. But still, I’m thrilled.
I did a happy dance right on the scale (which was probably screaming “GET OFF OF ME”) I’m happy!!!!!
I only have to lose about 3 and a half pounds before I can get my -80 chip! I’ll be DOWN 80 pounds…. in 2 weeks. That’s what I’m shooting for.
So, after my minor breakdown yesterday with the whole lovehandles ordeal. And hitting this monument (I can call it that, it IS one to me) I wanted to throw out a moment of NSV.
I had always thought that NSV stood for “Non Sufficient Value” haha. Apparently here in the weight loss world, it stands for “Non Scale Victory” Victories in you weight loss that has nothing to do with the numbers on the scale.
And victories do I have,
I wanted to share (and remind myself) of the three NSV moments that literally had me in tears.
1. Goal Shorts.
Quite a while ago I had bought a pair of shorts from a thrift shop that were intentionally too small. And we’re talking SMALL. I couldn’t button them, and my thighs…. resembled sausages stuffed in too tiny casing.
An image I’m sure will be burned into your retina.
Oh yea..super bratwurst
I tried them on yesterday, and this is what I was greeted with.
They are still tight in the waist…but come this summer, I’ll be strutting my stuff in SHORTS this summer for the first time in FOREVER!!!!!
2. Wearing size TEN jeans.
I literally cried in the dressing room when I tried them on!!!!!
And my number one NSV….
3. Landon’s Compliment.
I know I’m baised…but he’s a cutie!
My little man, 4 years old… looked at me not too long ago, patted my tummy and said “where’d your belly go, Mommy? You’re pretty.”
Lets have a collective awwwwwww moment.
So there you go. My three top NSV moments.
Tell me about your NSV!!!!