Since mid-April, I have been part of Weight Watchers. I got tired of being fat. I got tired of being embarrassed. I got tired of looking at my clothes and wondering what I could jam my fat ass into that day and not look stupid in. I got tired of avoiding cameras and lakes and shorts and dresses. I know there are fat people out there that say, "Hey!! Fat is sexy! I like being fat!!" Well, good for you, but I did *NOT* like being fat at all. So, I took my fat ass to a WW meeting, and a new way of life began.
My stats at the beginning of this adventure are as follows:
Weight: 206.6 lbs.
Now, as of yesterday's weigh-in:
Weight: 178 lbs.
Every year, the powers that be change what they call a "healthy weight" for specific heights. I am 5'2, and 10 years ago, the healthy weight would was 135-140 lbs. Now, it is 127-132 lbs. My goal is to reach that 135-140 lb. range. The rest will just be gravy. If I had waited any longer, the healthy weight would have probably become 100-105 lbs., so I am glad I am doing this now lol.
I'm not done. Not by a long shot. I now know that this goal is *not* impossible, it is *not* improbable, and is *not* just a dream or fantasy. It is within my grasp, and I am not letting go. Getting skinny is fun and I like doing fun stuff :).
It is not a diet.
It is a way of life.
Amen and amen.
Peace, Love and (damn I look good!) Zombies \IiiI