This was me in 2008, when I’d lost 109 pounds:
This is me today:
Oh, boy. Where to begin?
When the clock hit 12 AM last night, I told myself, “I will lose weight this year.” Funny, in 2008, I never imagined I’d be here again, here being over 200 pounds.
I’ve lost significant amounts of weight twice in my life. The first time, I was a high school sophomore dying for her a kiss that didn’t come from a relative. Being a perfectionist, I counted calories on a whiteboard I’d posted on the refrigerator, drank protein shakes for breakfast and lunch, and dropped 62 pounds. A few boys noticed me at school, but it took a bit of pursuing on my part to get the boy I wanted to ask me out, and ask me out he finally did. I was elated. Not only did I have a boyfriend, but I could finally stop drinking those protein shakes and miss a day of counting here, a day of counting there. On graduation day, I crossed the stage at 190 pounds.
I went to college and gained weight, then graduated and gained weight, then entered the work force and, you guessed it, gained weight. In 2006, when I couldn’t run after my daughter, I decided enough was enough and joined Weight Watchers. After two years of counting Points, I lost 109 pounds, and I felt amazing. I ran a half marathon. I became a certified Spinning instructor. I also married for the second time, and this time, I was able to wear the wedding dress of my dreams.
Unfortunately, I didn’t work at keeping up my healthy lifestyle. I stopped going to the gym. I stopped cycling and running. I stopped counting Points on the Weight Watchers plan. So, I stopped seeing that awesome number on the scale.
Which brings me to today. I write before you, fat and determined again to lose weight and keep it off for good. Third time’s a charm, huh? Well, I aim to see if that’s true.