Last week, I saw my nutritionist and did the weigh in.
For the first time, their scale did not disappoint. I am only 18 pounds away from my first goal! Believe me, this is a big deal. When I started this journey, I weighed in at 266 pounds. Every visit to the doctor's office saw me in tears. At first, the tears were because I couldn't believe that I had come to a place where I was almost 300 pounds. Then, the tears were because I couldn't believe that all the food sacrifices I had made and all the sweating I'd done had not made any impact on my weight. Oh yeah, there was that one time that I'd managed to drop 4 pounds. But then I tried to quit smoking and gained 10 pounds. Then I managed to lose 14 pounds, and then gained it all back again. SO actually my efforts were having an impact on my weight. It looked like the harder I tried, the more a I gained. If I continued on this track I would reach the dreaded 300 mark before I knew it. I was a weeping mess.
So, when I stepped onto the scale and it read 218 pounds, I walked away with a smile. I get to buy my first outfit when I am under 200 pounds. Am I where I want to be? No, not yet. I'm still a work in progress. But, by golly, I'm making progress!
Clearing throat. Tapping mic... Is this thing on? Mic check...one,two… Okay. Here we go. Taking large step on faith. This introvert is taking her act out on the road. People with different perspectives are welcome. We can respectfully disagree when differing opinions happen. I've trolled (is that the right word?) lots of virtual spaces and cringed at the thoughtless bullying behavior by those who safely hide behind the anonymity that social sites allow. Hopefully, this will not be THAT place.