In March of 2011 I hit an all time weight high. (One of these days, I might share that number with you, but not yet.) Then I started learning about food and how wonderful it can taste. I learned about eating when I was hungry and stopping when I was satisfied. Not full, satisfied. I ate s.l.o.w.l.y. really, really slowly. I hardly ever finished my meal because I was satisfied. I tasted every morsel that went into my mouth. I also went on a sugar fast for a month. In 10 weeks, I lost 30 pounds, and I've kept every bit of it off.
Then summer came, and the weight loss slowed down because I was no longer in my school year routine. When school came back around last year, I didn't fit weight loss in as often as I had planned, but over the course of the year I lost 20-25 pounds. I put some on, and took some off, so it's hard to tell you the exact record.
As of the beginning of this school year, I am down a total of 52 pounds from that all time high. Don't get me wrong, I'm extremely proud of that weight loss. It puts me back at a weight that I'm comfortable with. Not happy. Comfortable. I can shop and not hate everything I try on. I can walk into a room and feel confident. At the same time, I'm so frustrated with myself because I'd be at my goal size by now if I had just stuck with it a year and a half ago.
Needless to say, I'm getting back to the weight loss thing. I kind of like the fact that I'm losing weight in stages because I'm learning maintenance as I go. I know it isn't going to be easy, but thankfully, I've got you, Internet, to keep me motivated and on track. I also must say that Momma has lost over 50 pounds, so now she thinks she's special because she can steal my clothes. I can't let her beat me, so really this is just a competition to stay ahead of her.