I got a chance to work out yesterday at the gym and for my birthday I want to do it again. I have a late class tonight because it happened to fall on my birthday, but I will not let that stop me. I am at 286 pounds and I want to keep going. I told myself last time that if I ever got back into the 290's that would be even more incentive to keep going. Other than that I yo-yo'ed between 308 and 317 pounds. I have to keep going because I am not getting any younger and I have to be at a better health stand point by the time I take my last class that I have to take before getting licensed. I won't be able to pay for my diabetic medications if I don't get better. I have also stated that I don't want to be like my parents. I've said it many times before, but this time as I am getting older I realized I really, really, really don't. I can't really explain.
I am thinking about a lot of things this year and I am thinking of my future, but I also have to remember that I can't think too much ahead or my anxiety will beat me up. When you get older you gain a little bit more perspective and wisdom. It may not be a big leap, but it's something that makes you think deeper each year. As usual my mind has been thinking about a lot of things, and some people (because of the holidays) are thinking about other stuff. For example, some people are calling it the "cuddle season" because cooler weather is coming and I know people get lonely. But, there are other ways to combat this without feeling the blues. If you've tried everything though you may want some professional help especially if that feeling gets too bad or too great for you to handle. I'm hoping all my friends are happy, healthy, and living a life that they love.
I am out of the 300 pound club and I am steadily losing weight. I might have to get a new wardrobe soon or I'm going to start looking like I am the incredible shrinking woman. People will fear I'll be the size of Thumbelina.
I weighed myself this morning and I am at 286.2 pounds. I can reach things now (like while seated in the drivers seat of my car I can reach that thing under the seat to move it up or back), I notice more "beauty marks" that I didn't know I had or that I hadn't seen in literally years, and more changes. The only thing I fear and worry about it my first ever BIG plateau where I don't lose anymore weight for awhile. I mean I've hit mini yo-yo-ing between two to three pounds and sometimes it is stuck on a number for a bit in the middle of all that before finally moving in some kind of direction. My sugars are steadily dropping to normal (currently for a diabetic). I need to find my jeans so I can see if I am more comfortable in them. Where the hell are they? They also have some sentimental value. I tore the house apart weeks ago trying to look for them. I didn't lose them in the move because I remember seeing them after I moved.