I’ve purposefully avoided sharing any progress on my challenge of losing weight. At least not until there was something worth talking about. The last time I mentioned anything was when Mrs. C brought that evil new digital scale into our home. Yes, the one that put me up 8 pounds from where the old scale said I was. Yeesh. Well, I’m here to say things have improved over time. Thank goodness.
They say you should really only weigh yourself once a week, but I weigh myself like folks in Chicago vote: early and often! I noticed I have a little pattern going. Lose a few pounds over the weekdays, find one or two and bring ‘em home on the weekend. The net result has been that every week, I’m a pound or two lighter.
I'd been gaining weight pretty consistently every year for the past decade. I hit my highest weight back in August before making a determined effort to get lighter again. I just got tired of seeing myself in the mirror or in pictures, not feeling like that was me I was looking at. Tired of climbing hills on my bike and always being the last one to the top. Tired of being tired. Well, that was 40 pounds ago.
It’s been more than ten years since I weighed less than 200, but I’m finally there! This is a really pivotal moment for me, one that I've waited to see happen for some time. It’s taken a lot of commitment and patience. Oh, and bags of snap peas...they’re my “candy.”
Still got a ways to go to meet the goal. I'd sure be a lot closer to it if I could just find that old scale...