Last week I made a decision I’ve made 100 times before: lose weight. Since C was born, I have slowly been packing on the pounds. I recently saw photos of myself for 8 years ago and cannot believe how small I was. I remember thinking how fat I was back in those days. Hindsight truly is 20/20.
I started loosely following Weight Watchers last week. The plan has worked for me in the past, but I lamely do not want to fork over money to do Points Plus until I can get a smartphone that will allow me easy access to the app. My mom and sister both use it and it is amazing. You can scan the UPC code on most boxes and it will tell you how many points per serving for that food. Pretty cool, huh?
Anyway. I started following it loosely. My biggest changes last week were giving up coffee and trying not to snack. Both of these things were hard, but manageable.
Saturday I hit rock bottom. My dad invited us over for burgers. I am a sucker for a juicy burger. I ate more than my fair share. I got discouraged. There was no way I was losing weight my first week.
I weighed myself this afternoon and was very surprised to see a loss.
Starting Weight: 252.2 lbs
Current Weight: 250.7 lbs.
Weight Lost: 1.5lbs
Percentage Lost: 0.59%
Goal Weight: 165
Pounds left to lose: 85.7
Percentage to Goal: 1.72%
I have a long way to go. I am proud of myself for putting myself out there. I hope that this time next year I am close to my goal. I want to be a success story. I want to pose for the cover of a magazine and boldly claim I lost half my weight. I know my goal is not half my weight. My goal is in the healthy range for my height.
I can do this.