Crossing the 200

Earlier this year I posted about the journey I was to embark on with regards to getting healthy. I had all the best intentions, the spare room set up as my home gym and a refrigerator stocked with healthy food. What I apparently did not have was a strong will to overcome the stresses of work and life to shut out the whispers from the neighborhood pizzerias and burrito shops. My healthy program lasted a week or two at most and I fell right back into my Ben & Jerry’s couch potato lifestyle.

My original starting point of 212 gave way under my enormous weight and soon grew to a whopping 218.9. I’d like to say that it was the drool coming from my mouth after inhaling a large pizza, the fact that none of my clothes fit, or that I was totally exhausted all the time that finally lit a spark. But I can’t say any of those were the reason. For some reason I woke up one day and just said ENOUGH.

I reset the starting point up to 218.9 and as my tears hit the electronic display of my scale I embarked on the journey… yet again. This time however, I am mentally committed. Since May 9th I have lost a total of 19.2 lbs. Today’s weigh in has officially crossed me over the 200 mark. Seeing a “1” instead of a “2” has an incredibly positive psychological impact. I have about 35 more lbs to go to reach my goal in terms of fat burn. By mid fall I should be able to officially renounce heifer status.

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  1. Congratulations! Keep up the fight. And it is a fight.

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  2. Heifer status….. L.O.L. The same thing happened to me. Intentions, intentions, intentions. Buy salad, throw salad out when it rots in the back of the fridge. Buy salad, eat ice cream. Buy salad, eat cookies. Buy salad, eat nothing because salad, then get hungry then get pissed, then order pizza. Then one day I was like… I’m done here. And I got on the treadmill and ate salad.

    Time for me to get to that state again since The Attic Incident. The good news is that I threw out all my fat clothes so there is no fallback. PICKLE!

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