I’ll forever be referring to the last five or six days as Hell Week, only without the hot SEAL guys. It simply sucked. But this morning, this is what I saw on the scale:
Yes, for the first time in at least a decade, my weight starts with a one! Barely, at 199.8, but I’ll take it. Even though I only moved one stone from the “To Lose” jar to the “Lost” jar, it’s a pretty profound milestone for me. Over the years I’ve managed to lose a little weight here and there, always putting it back on, but I never broke under 200 pounds. Now I have.
And I am not going back.
I also took a screenshot of my YAY! stars from my WW update. I had been doing goals in increments because the little girl in me likes getting star stickers and the goal I’d been working toward was 199.8.
Now I’ve put in the 170 that’s my end goal. WW says 120-150 and I’d love to see 150. Hell, I’d hit the produce department in the grocery store and shake my ass like Carmen Miranda if I hit 150, but I believe I can realistically reach 170 and maintain it, so that’s my goal.
To reward myself today, I’m going to buy new jeans. Last night, when I hiked up my jeans as I have to do now when I stand up, my husband noticed and pointed out they’re also really baggy (to the point of saggy) in the butt. I like my jeans a little on the loose side, but now they’re just flat-out too big for me.
So I’ll be leaving the house in size 20 jeans that fit me in January, were super-comfy in February, started getting a little baggy in March and are now just sloppy-big. I wonder what size I’ll come home in…