Monday, October 10, 2011
"Honey! Can you come in here for a second?!" I shouted to my husband yesterday morning. I was in the bathroom, wiping the sleep out of my eyes. "Can you read that?" I asked him. I was standing on the bathroom scale (as if we have a living room scale, or a kitchen scale, or a backyard scale...) and I needed a second pair of eyes.
"that's...220." he said, and was about to walk away. " You sure? It's not just over,...or...you know like 220 and a half?" He sighs, and looks again. "nope. 220. right on 220."
"ok, thanks babe." I say, and he goes back to making brunch. And I smile. And as I go about my day, cleaning my house, clean the pilates studio I frequent and go to the pool to swim 2000 meters, I think about the last time I weighed 220. It's been at LEAST 10 years. I was 227 when I found out I was pregnant with my now 9 year old son. And that ONE pound might not seem like much. I have a long way to go. I'm still 50 pounds away from my goal. But that one pound brings me...ONE POUND closer. That one pound takes me away from the 25 pounds I used to carry on my frame. That one pound takes me to the doctor less, helps me work out more, adds months and years to my life with my family and friends, that ONE LITTLE POUND was the one thing I needed to motivate me once again. When seasons are changing, when the Halloween/Thanksgiving/Christm
as trifecta of weight gain approaches, that one pound I dont have any more reminds me that I've lost one pound! I cant find it!
and I dont want to.