Happy Valentine’s Day! Hope everyone is having a love-filled morning so far. Sorry to cut my own lovefest short here, but we have some serious business to attend to.
You may remember that last week we stood on the teetering precipice of weight loss history (for me, that is, not the entire history of weight loss in general, durrrr.)
201.8 pounds read the scale, teasing and mocking me with it’s continued two-hundredness. I was SO close to bringing me over the barrier and into a new century of poundage. But alas, I had at least one more week to wait and see if I could cross that line. And now, here we are… So, did it happen? Was the final barrier between me and ONEderland, that glorious place where your weight starts with the number 1, finally crossed?
Barely, JUST barely made it, but there it is. I can’t make this stuff up! Granted, after this morning’s oatmeal for brekkie I’m sure I’m already back up at 200 but that is sooooooo not the point. The point is, in fact, this:
For the first time since I was still in high school, I weigh under 200 pounds!!!!
I swear I will never see the number 2 at the beginning of my weight again. LET THE CELEBRATING COMMENCE!!
Is it weird that the first thing I thought about was getting weighed at the doctor’s office? You know, on one of those old-fashioned scales with the weights that the nurse adjusts? Well, as you probably remember, the big weight goes up in increments of 50 pounds, so there’s a 50 lb notch, 100, 150, 200 and so on, and then the nurse plays with the little weight to find your precise poundage.
In the past whenever I’ve stepped on, the nurse would put the large weight on the 150 mark (just being nice, I’m sure) and I would laugh (classic pre-defensive measure) and say, “I can guarantee it’s gonna be over here” and move the weight to the 200 notch myself. The nurse would chuckle, probably pityingly, or maybe if she was a “big gal” too she’d laugh and say something that showed her shared understanding, solidified our camaraderie. But now? Now I really do belong in that literal weight class. I know that’s a really random thing to get excited about, but in case you hadn’t already noticed, I’m a pretty random getting-littler lady.
So, Happy Valentine’s Day, friends! I can’t think of a better present to have gotten myself. If this– getting healthier day by day, little bit little– isn’t a show of self-love, then I don’t know what is.