Well…I haven’t been in the 220’s for about 10 years. The last time I remember being this light was just after September 11th happened. At that time I was 225…and that was the heaviest I’d ever been. I don’t know how I got to 265 since that time…but for sure it was 1 pound at a time. So, working out and diet always comes down to be the answer. Lord knows I held out for my doctor to give me that secret pill that they hide and never share. It’s cool though…I can own my weight loss. It’s only been 4 months and when I lose 2 more pounds by Sunday (I can sort of tell it’s going to happen) I’ll be at 225 and will have lost 40 pounds. That’s almost 10 pounds a month. How the heck did that happen??
I started thinking last night…what the hell am I gonna do when I get to an ideal weight? Will I have the willpower and courage to maintain it? People have already sort of gotten used to me being lighter and I’m certainly not obsessing over my weight. But I’ve never been able to hold it off for long. But something feels different this time. This feels like a lifestyle change for sure. I’m happy with my health…and am getting better every day. I’ve gone from taking a 300mg blood pressure medication to a 10mg one…my blood pressure is textbook perfect now. I’ll keep you posted on how I continue to do. I appreciate all the love and support during my whiney times and my bitching. I can’t promise I won’t do it again…but at least I’m lighter for getting it all out and getting back on track.