It’s taken me a little longer than usual to post my monthly report but this month I got to spend the holiday weekend with my family and I enjoyed every minute of it, so my post had to wait a few days.
On September 1, 2011, I saved my own life. I’d already made the decision to make changes that would lead to a healthier, longer life but on that Thursday last year I took the first steps on my journey. On that day I stepped on the scale and weighed 384.4 lbs. That will be the last time that I ever see a number that big.
On that day in September, I did something simple, I started counting calories. I was downright militant when it came to logging everything. Everything that went into my mouth was logged. To make sure that I knew exactly what those calories were, I weighed and measured anything that I made myself (and still do today) and didn’t go to any restaurant that didn’t have their nutritional information available.
I quickly learned that we as Americans have no real sense of what a single serving is. I learned that smaller portions can be satisfying. I learned not to eat just for the sake of eating. I learned that it really isn’t that hard to eat better if you just pay attention. I know I’m oversimplifying but for me there really was no secret formula. It really was a better diet and exercise. I hate not being able to divulge some big secret when people ask how I’ve been successful in my weight loss.
On September 1, 2012, I stepped on the scale and weighed 231.2 lbs. In one year, I’ve lost 153.2 lbs. I’m down 158.8 from my high weight of 390 back in June of 2011. I haven’t gotten on the scale since getting home from my brothers’ house so that number may be a bit higher but I don’t indulge like I did over the weekend very often so I know I will see that number again. I still don’t know what my goal weight is but I do have a size goal. This weekend, I bought a pair of size 12 khakis from Eddie Bauer. When I can do that in any store, maybe I’ll switch to maintenance calories.
I’ve always taken the BMI weight ranges with a grain of salt. I’m a 6’ tall woman with a large frame. At 390 lbs, I wore a size 26. At 231, I’m wearing 12s. I’ve never looked like I weigh as much as I do (a good and a bad thing). According to the BMI ranges, the highest weight that I can be and be healthy is 184 lbs. So in order to just barely be healthy, I would need to lose 50 more lbs. To me that seems unreasonable. I think I may just be happy with being overweight which is just 10 lbs away.
Recently, a lot of people have told me that I don’t need to lose anymore weight; that I look good the way I am. I truly appreciate the sentiment and I know it’s probably more psychological than anything else but I think I have a ways to go. Maybe not, cause nobody knows what I look like naked but me. I’m not expecting a six pack but I would like to get to the point that everything doesn’t jiggle (I have a LOT of toning to do). I’m a lot closer today than I ever have been and one day soon I’ll get there.