The thinnest I've ever been is about 125 pounds. Of course, I was thin. I wasn't fit or active or muscular.
Really, I've never been any of those things.
So when I get on that scale every Tuesday to track my progress, it really begs the question: What is my goal?
How much do I plan on losing?
What is my goal weight?
Hey, guess what? No idea!
My goals, at least lately, haven't at all been about weight. Like I said, I've never been FIT or athletic. I do know enough to know that being athletic affects how much I weigh. We all know muscle weighs more than fat, right? I can't even imagine what my body might look like when I'm "done".
But I get on that scale each week for validtaion that I am working in the right direction. I do know that I have a long way to go and will drop a lot of weight along the way.
But I don't have a "goal weight". And, sometimes, that feels so very strange.