Warning! Warning! Warning!
This post is going to include numbers.
If you’re my husband, STOP reading right now.
Wipe that smirk off your face.
Last warning . . .
Ooooooh, you are so gonna get it.
Anyway, I’ll just pretend like he isn’t here. ::snort::
Moving right along.
Each Wednesday, I’m going to “Weigh-In” on the blog in the hope it keeps me accountable and pushes me faster toward my goal weight. Since this is the first week, I thought I should share my starting weight . . . . waaaay back when.
I actually don’t have a picture of myself when I started on this journey back in December 2010, so I found one of myself from October 2010.
Are y’all ready? . . . . Here goes.
I have mixed emotions when I look at that picture. I wasn’t a miserable person by any stretch of the imagination. I was loved unconditionally and I loved life. I laughed a lot just like I do now. I enjoyed my family and my friends. My life felt full.
But . . .
I also felt trapped and limited.
Roughly seven months after I started losing weight, I paid Darcy a visit and she made me look all gorgeous and sassy. I’m guesstimating my weight at this time. I’m not 100% positive.
About eight months after visiting Darcy, this is where I am now. See? I’ve been such a slacker the past eight months!
I’m actually up three pounds from where I was a couple of weeks ago. So, according to the scale this morning I now need to lose 30 pounds to reach my goal weight.
That’s my goal.
According to this BMI calculator, at 5′ 5″ tall my weight should be somewhere between 111 and 150 lbs.
Not. Happenin’. ::snort::
Soooo, there it is. My numbers are out there. #whathaveidone
P. S. I. Feel. Exposed.