day 96: half-way, baby

At my highest (which was, understandably, one of the lowest points in my life), I tipped the scales at a whopping 260 big ones. It was the height of my infertility issues and I ate to fill the void in my heart. But, post-fertility procedures/specialist/meds, I shed 45 pounds and got preggars.

Now, two-plus years later I am thrilled to report that I am more than half-way to my “goal weight” of 155(ish) — I use “goal weight” loosely as I don’t have a clue what anything below 193 looks like on me (and a trainer I talked to said BMI is total bubkis). ;)

I weighed this AM and am back down to 207, which means I’ve relost the 11 pounds (5% of body weight) I dropped during the first month of the Biggest Loser challenge at work (down 53 from highest point/20%)! In the big-picture view, 11 pounds isn’t much compared to what I still need to “defluff,” but, as anyone who’s ever battled weight issues (and the deeply rooted emotional ties that come along with them) knows, ANY loss is something to celebrated (w/o the cake, of course).

So, this is me, shouting from the roof tops, “who-hoo! I’m half-way, baby!”

Four weeks left to go … hope to kick some serious coworker butt.