A Step Back in Time

I noticed my weight gain longer than five years ago, but five years ago it didn't bother me so much. I weighed 240 pounds, which is only ten pounds lighter than when I started this weight loss adventure.

But 240 (or 250 for that matter) wouldn't be the weight I would top out at. At my highest I weighed 260 pounds, and that's when I was still stepping on a scale. Who's to say during the moments when I was in denial that I wasn't pushing closer to 270, 275 or more?

I never thought that 240 would look so appealing until I ran right past it and settled into my comfort zone, which remained between 250 and 255.

240 looked like something in a dream.

Do you know what reality looks like though?

It looks like 234.

I know I only had my last weigh in two days ago, but so close to losing 15 pounds, I couldn't help it. I was awake, the scale was right there, I figured . . . what the hell? And wouldn't you know, I skipped straight to 234. I've lost 16 pounds since starting this adventure in December. The furthest I've come in a "diet" in my entire life. And the thinnest I've been in at least five years.