A year ago today I stepped on the scale and saw 399 lbs for the first time in a very long time. I was THRILLED! I whooped and danced because I was finally out of the 400’s and knew I would never again return. That was an awesome day for me. In my journal I wrote, “I don’t think anyone has ever been so happy to see that their weight starts with a 3” Happy was an understatement, I was over the moon; I danced every time I got off the scale for weeks after that.

And here I am just a few weeks away from 299. I know its a completely arbitrary number, but it means something to me. Having my weight start with a 2, I don’t know, makes me feel more normal. It’ll also mean I’m only 99 lbs from my final goal of 200. For so long the weight I needed to lose was measured in the hundreds of pounds and soon it’ll be a double digit. Amazing. I’m really going to try to hit 299 by the end of the month, but regardless of when it happens - and it will! - pics will follow!

I survived. Not sure if the scale is going to be nice to me on the 1rst though, but after this blah month, I’ll be happy with just maintaining.

I had a couple of NSVs (Non-Scale Victories for those of you who, like me, are totally out of the abbreviations/slang loop and have to frequently ask Google to explain.) Now that it’s warm out, we’ve pulled all the lawn chairs out of storage and I was thrilled to discover MY ASS FITS!! In CHAIRS! With ARM RESTS! Nothing is more terrifying than a chair with arm rests when you’re very obese (except maybe turnstiles, but anyway) I decided to try out every chair I came across this week and I’ve fit in every single one. I was feeling so damn good about that I decided to take my nephews to the movies, knowing I could finally fit comfortably in the chairs (I hadn’t been since 2003 when I came out with bruises from where the arm rests dug into me) Man, it was great being able to enjoy the movie comfortably. They’ve already talked me into taking them back next month for Transformers 2. But seriously, I’ll be smuggling popcorn and drinks in my purse because OMG $25 for 3 watered down drinks and a bag of stale popcorn? Never again!

Temptation Island

I’m house sitting for my brother this weekend and I’m a little bit nervous about it. The last time I did I was unprepared and it turned into a binge free-for-all. I made the mistake of assuming that, these being skinny folk, they’d have a plethora of fresh veggies and whole grains and all the stuff such itty bitty people must eat, right? Yeah, No. JUNK! TONS of junk and only junk! WTF universe? So, telling myself I didn’t have healthier options (and no car to go to the store with), I ate whatever I could find. Totally over did it. Was not a pretty sight and my stomach was pissed off for days after that. Going into this weekend I’m taking my own food and talking about it here for accountability. Most of the time I don’t struggle with my food choices or cravings (Thank God!), but there are days, sometimes weeks, when I feel weak and tempted by everything. This is one of those times. It’s gonna be a loong weekend.