I feel like it's time to give myself a pat on the back because today, I'm pretty proud of myself.
Tomorrow is September 1, nine months since I started this journey. And it's been a journey, for sure. It has had its ups and downs. Fo' sure.
Over the summer, I had been making an extremely minimal effort to eat the right way and do the things I knew I should be doing. Minimal effort was the maximum effort. As the summer went on, I saw my weight creeping up and creeping and creeping up. It was coming back. Clothes that were on their way out were beginning to fit tightly again...clothes I had rescued from the other side of the closet were betraying me. I felt like a failure and so very shamed. I wrote about it here back in June. Except I still wasn't making great progress.
In August, I hit bottom. Since my post in June, I had gained another five pounds. In fact, I had gained back half the weight I had lost. About 12 pounds. Inches had been put back on.
Hitting bottom meant that between Thursday and Saturday, in one weekend, I ate:
- Pizza from Pizza Hut
- Whopper from Burger King (complete with fries and Dr Pepper)
- ate until bursting at the local Chinese buffet
- Hammond's BBQ...the BBQ I love.
- Cake for a birthday
- Pecan pie and ice cream
The good news today is this: I'm back down 25 pounds. I had gained back 12 pounds and now I'm back down to my best weight.
Now. Now I have room to work. I'm not going to look back and chastise myself and shame myself and feel bad. I'm going to look forward and continue to be successful. So when you see my numbers on the side wall there, those are accurate. I'm still fighting this battle. I'm not out yet.