Where do I start this? How do I say this?? It’s 6:22 am here in the beautiful Lone Star State, I haven’t even had my caffeine yet, and I’m absolutely over the moon excited. Why?
Let’s review, shall we? Yeah, let’s do that!
10 days ago, I came clean about the God-awful number staring back at me from the scale: 378. After losing 50 lbs last year, I’d gained it all back except for 3 lousy pounds. Great. I’m sure some of you can understand the self-loathing that ensued afterwards.
I’d already given up sugar, thanks to one too many foodgasms at the hands of the coconut petit fours and butter toffee my mother-in-law had sent me for Christmas. I was in the process of giving up diet soda AND researching whether Lap Band surgery is an option I want to pursue. Next in line? Try out the pre-op and post-op diets that the surgeon gave me to use after a surgery date is set up…just to see if I can handle it.
Last Thursday, I went on Day 1 of the liquid pre-op diet I’ll have to go on if I decide to have surgery. (Click here for all the gory details.) I decided to postpone the migraine inducing experiment until after the holiday weekend – but I did realize a small victory: 1 pound lost.
Yesterday, I woke up with new determination. I had a healthy breakfast and then left the house to run a bunch of errands. I was gone for hours. I faced a ton of temptations. I was in the grocery store while they were baking french bread. Bastards. I was in Super Target and had to walk by Starbucks. Oh, sweet venti mocha…how I sometimes miss you…until I realize you go straight to my ass. But I digress…
I drove past many a drive-thru window. The scent of partially hydrogenated temptations filled the air. Honestly, I don’t know how I did it, but I resisted it all. Some other force was with me yesterday. My resolve wasn’t just coming from me…it was bigger than me. I love moments like this when I realize that I had many choices to fuck it all up and I didn’t. I was strong.
This morning I woke up, got on the scale, and do you know what I saw? 369.
I’m in the next set of tens!!
Remember that? Just 10 pounds at a time. And now I’m no longer in the 380’s…or the 370’s. I’m officially in the 360’s. Well, slap my ass and call me Judy!
Today, as I begin Day 2 of Princess Dianne’s Super Happy House Cleaning Fantastic Fun Time, I will not walk around the house doing my chores…I will effing PRANCE. I will prance my 369 lb ass off, baby. But before I start all that, I have a date with the treadmill. I think it’s time to dust the cobwebs off of my loyal friend. Poor thing just stands there all day, waiting for me to use it. I think today’s the day.
I’m no longer 3 pounds from my top weight ever. I’m 12 pounds away. I’m finally moving in the right direction.
Gee, 359 doesn’t seem that far away…does it? 🙂