Monday, June 10, 2013
One of the things that I was happy to see, when my belongings arrived, was my scale. I knew that my weight was way up, but I had no idea how high it was. I was saddened when I got on the scale on May 10 and saw a weight of 236 pounds. I don't think that this is the most I've ever weighed, but its the highest number I've ever seen on a scale.
Its different for each of us, but for me the scale is an integral part of getting and staying on track. I have no intention of getting down to where I've been told my weight should be. The high end of my recommended weight range is 137 pounds, but the lowest I've gotten was 147, and I couldn't stay there for long. I think that for me 150 is a reasonable goal.
Since I got on the scale that day, I've been tracking and being mindful about my eating. As my weight came up, sometimes creeping and sometimes rocketing, I've always been pretty active. Since I moved, I've gotten back to being more consistent. For me, though, the terrible eating habits that I'd fallen back into were the problem. In the month since then, I've lost 10 lbs. Only 75 lbs left to go. Ugh. Its a long way and I know it won't happen anytime soon. I need this though. I feel so much better when I'm eating healthy, and I so want to be able to wear the smaller clothing I've got stored. Its been frustrating to both not be able to fit into the clothing I already owned and not be able to afford to buy new clothing that did fit. The size 18 shorts I have are getting big but the 16s I have aren't quite comfortable yet, though I can wear them.
I'm hesitant to say that I'm sure I'll be able to stay on track. I have a long road ahead of me. At least I've made a good start.