A Monumental Weigh Day
I had a real mental hangup all morning and early afternoon, right up until weigh-in time. I did have breakfast, couldn't miss that! It was three egg whites in one of those flax seed, oat bran, and stone ground whole wheat pitas (these things are delicious—don't let the ingredients mislead you). The entire breakfast pita, even with a half slice of American cheese, came in at only 140 calories. The hang-up? I didn't eat another thing until after weigh-in. Even though I know all about the wood-burning stove that is my metabolism. By weigh-in time the fire was getting really weak. Not good. How crazy is that? Like an apple was really going to mess up my weigh-in? It wasn't smart, far from perfect, and completely irrational, but I wasn't taking any chances. I wanted this milestone today. All I needed was a two pound loss over the last two weeks, but after the three pound loss last time---I just wasn't sure what my body was willing to give me. I kept hearing the word “plateau” in my head. I was prepared to handle the results come good or bad, or at least I think I was. I was pretty confident. My new pair of Levi's—size 42's are really too big. I should have grabbed the 40's, maybe some 38's huh? Now there will be another major milestone coming soon! Wearing something in the 30's for a waist size...wow.
I arrived at the doctors office ready to face the scale. The scale and I are friends really, have been from day one. It's a simple arrangement really. As long as I consistently do what I'm suppose to do, then the scale will hopefully continue a downward trend. Stepping on that scale today and seeing 296 was amazing. I didn't expect to become emotional, but I quickly teared up. I did again while sending out the e-mail, text, and twitter. I've officially lost 209 pounds in 353 days. I was so incredibly happy with a five pound loss, it was a wonderful thing. I weigh two hundred and ninety-six pounds! I just love that way that sounds, you know?
It's been a long and tiring day. It's also been one of the happiest days along this road so far. Our first rehearsal for the play was tonight, just a table reading. It's going to be a powerful production. It may be a strain on my schedule, but one I'm happily doing because I've always wanted to do it. Doing things I've never been able to do, or simply thought I couldn't do, is really important to me. In the coming months I plan on flying in a Cessna airplane. I want to sky dive. I'm going to an amusement park with my kids and riding those crazy rides until I'm sick. I'm going to rent or borrow a little two seater sports car and drive it around just because I can. And I'm sure the list will grow. If it's something I couldn't or wouldn't do at 505 pounds, then it's under consideration!
How much more will I lose? That's an interesting thing to ponder. I don't know. 230 means another 66 pounds, but I'm beginning to think that may be too low. I know others have said it and I've disagreed, but here's the deal: This isn't about a certain weight. I know where I want to be and it has very little to do with a number and everything to do with how I feel and what I see in the mirror. It's really wonderful now because even five or ten pounds makes a big difference. The first 35 pounds lost made little difference on my 505 pound body, but the last 35 pounds has made a huge difference in my appearance.
After rehearsal I promised to help Courtney with a project. Amber called and she needed help too via e-mail. So it's late. I will try to catch up on reading and commenting blogs tomorrow before our workout. I must drop in bed now.
Thank you for the prayers and comments about Irene's dad. He's doing much better and is expected to be released in the morning. We certainly hope so. Goodnight and...