359# which equals 1.6 lost. Problems this week:
Falling back unto the sugar trap
Only exercised once
Relative lack of meal planning
One thing I'll do this week to be more successful: get active.
Angela
359# which equals 1.6 lost. Problems this week:
Falling back unto the sugar trap
Only exercised once
Relative lack of meal planning
One thing I'll do this week to be more successful: get active.
Angela
370.6# Trying hard not to beat myself up over this number. Highest weight ever. Starting point.
So its 1:16am. In 8 hours I'm going to walk into a Weight Watchers meeting.
In 46 years, the only weightloss success I've ever had was on WW. 10 years ago I was 303# and was looking down the barrell of a family trip. I was scared to death the seatbelt wouldn't fasten and, in front of my ex and our young daughter, I'd be outed as a fat person and kicked off the plane. Terror, and replacing my horrible Coca Cola habbit with a Diet Pepsi one, helped me lose 40# That seatbelt closed with two inches to spare.
Fast forward 10 years, nearly 100#, 1 knee replacement, and I'm feeling old, decrepit and desperate. I've spent a wonderful 5 years with someone I would very much like to spend the next 50+ years with. 50 years of loving and living. Travel, activity, not being old and broken down.
So in the morning I begin the journey to the rest of my life. I'm scared to death, but if I don't succeed death is what will surely find me.
Onward muthafuckas.
I've been gaining weight all summer. No matter how many "fresh starts" I've given myself, the numbers on the scale have kept creeping up. This morning I finally got the dreaded E on the digital scale - over the 350# scale limit. I'm so humiliated and feel so out of control and just scattered if that makes sense. I don't want to continue living my life like this.