Watershed Moments In Weight
September 22, 2008
I remember very vividly the day I stepped on my mom’s scale and saw 276.5 staring back at me. At the time I thought I weighted about 250, and when I realized that I weighted closer to 300 than 250, I knew I had to make a change. I began walking daily, eating tons of steamed veggies, and concocted a plan to reward myself with a much needed haircut when I lost the first 10 pounds.
I quickly shed those first 10, and about 5 more to boot. However, eventually walking became a hassle, and steamed veggies my intestine’s mortal enemy, so my new lifestyle soon went by the wayside, but I did manage to keep those first 10 pounds gone.
I recently stepped on the scale to find a much better number staring back at me. 228! After weighing in around the 250 mark for years, seeing a number that starts with 2-2 blows my mind. 40 pounds shed since March, and nearly 50 since that fateful day in my mom’s bathroom. I feel so much better. Pictures of me taken months ago bear no resembleance to the person I am now. I loathe my work ID picture of me with a multitude of chins.
When I try on clothes, I often have to remind myself that I am no longer a size 22, or even a 20. In fact, I have some shorts that are 16’s, a size I haven’t seen in at least 7 years.
I can go to “regular” sections and often find clothes now. I’m no longer limited to life in the “plus” section.
On a recent shopping trip the realization hit me that I have left my 20’s twice this year. Once in age, and again in size, and it’s awesome.
After getting a new short layered ‘do, that for once didn’t make my face look incredibly fat, a co-worker who I don’t see all that often told me that he had asked somebody, “who’s the new girl?”, before realizing that it was me. And you know what, I feel like a new girl.
Not that 228 is skinny, not that I couldn’t afford to lose another 40, or even 80 pounds, but for now, I’m pretty happy with my new bod.