So Thanksgiving week was a little crazy. I eat my share, I avoided pooping myself during a race, and I played caretaker for a flu-ridden wife. I weighed in at 241.4 last Saturday and it nearly killed me. I sat in that Weight Watchers meeting feeling humbled and frustrated. Our group talked about remembering why were trying to lose weight in the first place and what our goals are. I realized that I had lost sight of why I was trying to lose weight. I have stayed in the 225-235 weight range for the past two years because I’m just happy to be this small! Going beyond that seemed a little scary. (Call it fear of success.) But I’m still in the obese category and I really do want to get below 200! So for now, my short-term goal is to get to 213.2 pounds which will put me at a 10% loss since officially starting Weight Watchers. This is definitely possible, but I need to do what I did this week: track my points, drink my water and be as active as possible. Here’s to another awesome week! See ya tomorrow.
I woke up at 5 am the morning of the race. I sat on the couch with my feet propped up, drinking a cup of coffee. I sat there and asked Megan if she ever thought we would get this far. I thought back to our old, 400 square foot apartment in Abilene and thought about how uncomfortable my life was.