I just want to take a few moments to relish this little tidbit. Normally, there are specific numbers that I believe a lady has no need to disclose to the world at large, but I'm digging this one, so...
Progress; partially by accident.
Toward the end of June, I went from 204.x to 200.x; thereby putting my body just on the teetering edge of being a bajillion miles closer to where I wanted to be. Then, my body waged war on itself. There was intense pain and so much confusion that the last thing I wanted to do was eat. I lost another four pounds; down to 196.8. I managed to stay there, even after getting my eating (slowly) back on track and that was okay.
In January, I made three resolutions. One was to lose 40 lbs. With those two incidents; I reached that goal and then some. I've been coasting and happily hanging at 196.8 for about 3 months now. Normally, that would piss me off, but I haven't bee able to afford Weight Watchers meetings in the exact same amount of time. For me, holding steading rocks right about now because it means I'm not gaining anything back.
Recently, I tried to get back on the weight-loss wagon. More than anything, it was an attempt to create continued success in my life overall. If I can't do one thing, I know I can do the other. So I started, then I got distracted for a few days and am working to get back on track. In the mean time, I hopped on the scale to see the damages.
194.2!!!! That's a loss of -- what? -- 2.6 pounds, right? Not too shabby, by my book. I'll take some time to enjoy this and use it to get my head straight again.
My new goal for now: Get to 190.0 I was 189 when my son was conceived over four years ago.... and 220 just after he was born...and 240 when I rejoined WW December, 2009
Then, I'll have to hold steady until I'm in the mood to knock out the last 20 pounds which didn't bother me a whole lot when they crept back in about five years ago.
194.2.... I can dig that today.