I've been struggling with my weight my whole life. Well, looking back at pictures, I really wasn't as fat as I thought in high school, but I took care of that in the 5 years following graduation. Soon after I lost my first 50 pounds and looked terrific. However, since then I've been up and down, up and down, up and down. When I lost my weight the last time (around 5 years ago) and held onto a healthy weight and lifestyle for 2 years, I thought I had nailed it. And what happens to those of us who think we have beaten an addiction, boys and girls? Correct! It comes back and reminds you who is in charge.
I weighed in last night for this diet and found myself at my highest weight, ever. EVER. By far. I hate the way I look, I hate the way I feel, I hate that I actually am starting to feel my age, if not older. I'm at the point where I miss running (there, I said it), I miss moving, I miss fitting in airplane seats, and I miss not being the fattest woman in a room. But I took my first step. I weighed in. I'm tracking food today. And I have my eyes on my 4% loss in 4 weeks. Which is really only 1% a week. Which is doable.
And that's what I'm trying to remind myself with this--I can do this. And, on top of that:
I will do this.
Good luck, my fellow betters!!!! Wouldn't it be great if we ALL got our $30 bet back because we all did this? And we proved to ourselves that this is possible?
Who's with me?