Still rolling along- another week, another WI, and a bit closer to goal. It is sometimes hard to believe that I've been doing this, weighing in every single Tuesday (minus two missed weeks on cruises), for over 28 months now. I'm not complaining about the amount of time, it's just weird to think about doing anything for that long. I like to think that the longer I do it, the more it becomes habit and routine and less likely to crumble to pieces on a whim. I guess only time will tell, but I am definitely very happy to have stuck with it this long.
I lost 1.6 this week so that nets another 1.2 pounds closer to goal. I'm glad to see that the mini-gain last week was actually mini and not a fluke, which I tend to wonder about when I presumably go over my points by a bajillion and don't track. I was a little lackluster with tracking this past weekend as well, but I did go back and track anything I missed yesterday. It looks like I ended up with about 15 WPs left plus 20 APs earned, so I'm pretty happy to know that even when I'm not tracking diligently right away, I'm still generally making good choices and mostly aware of what goes in my mouth.
I'm slowly creeping towards the -100 mark and still haven't really planned anything for it. I know it's a big milestone, but I also want to keep going and get into my healthy weight range and closer to what I deem a good stopping point/goal weight for me, whatever number that ends up being. I also realized that as I get into higher and higher "loss" numbers, I am more hesitant to share that info with other people. It's not like they didn't know me when I was bigger and know that I had gained a lot of weight, but I'm still not crazy about discussing the fact that I was 90 pounds heavier in the first place. When I was in Boston, I mentioned to someone that I had about 25 pounds to go to be at my weight from the end of freshmen year of college. Taken in conjunction with having mentioned that I lost 90, the math becomes pretty obvious for how much I gained from 2002 to 2009. I almost feel silly celebrating the loss of weight I should never have gained in the first place, but I guess that is the nature of all weight loss. And regardless, since I went and gained the weight I might as well lose it and be proud of that. No matter how high my starting weight, it could always have been worse, right?!
Anyway, I am definitely very happy with my progress regardless of how petulant I sounded in the rest of this post. My grandmother is coming in from Oklahoma on Thursday so there will be a lot of dining out over this weekend, so I need to buckle down and make (mostly) wise choices. It's like all interest in portion control goes out the window once I step inside a restaurant. Why does restaurant food have to be so friggen delicious?