Next Up... Twoderville!

Jul 11, 2011

As much as I had hoped to be one of those lucky folks who see a stall come and go in the space of a week or so, alas, it was not to be.  My stall started on June 12th when I arrived at 307 (from 328 on the day of surgery, 20 days earlier) and proceeded to float between there and 309 for the next few weeks.  Because my digital scale broke sometime shortly after noticing the stall had taken hold, I've been completely cluess as to what my weight was doing.

Well, maybe not completely cluless.

Like an addict searching for a fix, I used to sneak peeks on friends' scales if they had one easily accessible, but even those never showed anything other than 307-309.  Last Friday I caught a glimpse of a 306 on a mid-day attempt shortly after lunch, but didn't want to get my hopes up too high.

This morning, one day shy of my one-month stalliversary, I finally made good on the promise to myself that I'd break the work-from-home rut I had gotten into and kick my own ass out the door to get to the gym.  Shortly after arriving there and re-talking myself into following through with the work out (I felt like shit and almost excused myself from doing it even though I was THERE), I made my way over to the scale in the women's locker room and cautiously stepped on, positive I'd see 307-309, but hopeful that the 306 from Friday at my friend's house had held on.

303... no, wait... 302.8... no... 303... uh... 302.5... 303.

Fuck it, I'm a glass half-full kinda gal, so I'm calling it at 302 .  See ya later, Stall... don't let the door hit you on the ass on the way out!  WOO HOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!  That gave me the inspiration to suck it up on get on the elliptical despite how craptastic I felt.  And I'm glad that I did... I took it super easy, but still managed to pull off 470 calories in 50 minutes.

I can't believe I'm just 3 (4?) pounds away from being under 300!  I remember when I went over that mark like it was yesterday. 

I knew it was coming; I was pregnant with my son and I was supposed to be putting on weight.  Even though I knew doing so was a good sign of a healthy, normal pregnancy, I almost cried when the nurse picked up that biggest metal box on the scale and pushed it to the 300 mark for the first, but not the last, time in my life.  The last time a nurse did that was another first...it was this past January in my almost-(lapband)surgeon's office when I hit my highest weight ever at 360.

So yeah, right now at 302 (303... STFU, Schizo!) I'm at a weight I haven't seen since before my son was born... he's five years old now.

Am I happy?  Hell no... I'm ecstatic! 

My first goal was to get under 300lbs and now that that's looming large on the horizon, I have to think of a new goal... I think this is the first time I've ever set a lofty goal and hit it when it came to losing weight, so I'm feeling a little out of my element.  What should it be?  Under 250 perhaps? 

Meh... I'll cross that bridge when I come to it; I don't want to count my chickens lest I check again and see it bounced back up to 309.  Oh, wait... Aunt Flo actually showed up last night, so that weight I saw this morning is actually lower once I get rid of all the bloat.

I COULD BE UNDER 300LBS RIGHT NOW AND NOT EVEN KNOW IT!!! 

Fuckleberries... I guess I'll just have to be patient.

Again. 

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