Starting Again

It's been a while since I've written about weight loss.

Hell, it's been a while since I've thought much about weight loss.

Since my last post I spent two weeks in Colorado visiting family, dealt with my husband being on medical leave from work, and oh . . . did I mention that we moved in with my in-laws? Yeah, it's been a crazy couple of months!

But I am determined to get back on track. I've created a blogging schedule to remind me to post here (and also to weigh in every Wednesday) and update you all on my progress. Because it's doable. Because it's possible. And because I really, really need/want this.

Since losing those original 16 pounds I've yoyo'd between 234 and 239 back and forth, which isn't that bad considering I was on a multitude of medications for depression and anxiety. Medications that should have actually caused me to gain a lot more weight back than I did. So for that, I was happy.

Then this morning, I was determined to get on the scale to start this anew.

233

That's seventeen pounds lost for those of you keeping track. Seventeen pounds lost since I begged Charlie to help me. Seventeen pounds since I started this whole thing almost a year ago. It's not the Biggest Loser. But guess what? I don't care. Seventeen pounds is two healthy newborn babies. Seventeen pounds is a fat Chihuahua. Seventeen pounds is what you get when you subtract 233 (my current weight) from 250 (the weight I will never be again)!

And seventeen pounds is just the beginning.