I lost 2.8 this week, which is 5 pounds down in the past 4 weeks, and 107 down total. I realized I hit the 100 mark back in October so it’s been awhile since I got to see a colorful 5-pound star bouncing across my tracker, but it was greatly appreciated. I’m really surprised they haven’t done a reality show about me, because there’s very little as mind-blowingly exciting as watching someone lose weight at an average rate of 0.6 pounds a week for 3 years and 4+ months. Can you imagine if I knew that’s how long this crap would take when I signed up? I’d have just cut off a couple limbs instead and called it a day. But life would have gone on whether or not I was doing WW, so I might as well be losing – however slowly – than gaining over that stretch, as I was for the 7 preceding years.
Even though goal is still 15-30 pounds away (depending on the day), I’ve had my eye on the -114 mark forever since that’s my 18-year old weight and lowest of my adult life. SEVEN MORE POUNDS. I wasn’t totally satisfied then and I’m not totally satisfied now, but I’m at a point where I’m pretty cool with my body. I enjoy more of it than I abhor, and I’m not hateful towards even my least pleasant body parts. I’m on the edge of being content. After gaining as much weight as I did and spending the past three-plus years losing it and still feeling like I had so far to go, I finally feel like I’m close. Close isn’t there but it’s not an awful place to be, especially considering where I was a few years ago.
I’m not happy that I gained the weight, but it’s done wonders for my perspective. I’m exponentially happier at my current weight than I was the last time I was here, because I know how much worse it could be. And the fact that I’m the world’s slowest loser has helped me avoid taking any loss for granted. And I’m sure it has helped me keep going and keep off what I’ve lost. 107 pounds in 175 weeks has been a very good experience.
May 2008 / June 2012