As of this week, I am no longer obese. Officially, according to the BMI, anyway. I know it's ridiculous for one pound to put me in a whole different health category (ridiculous! really!), but I guess they need to do it somehow. 110 pounds down, and mostly I just feel... tired. Not tired of "doing this", because these days I can't imagine doing things any differently. Just tired of caring about my weight. It's been such a major part of my life for seemingly ever, and I've just come to realize that it probably always will. But when it comes down to it, my choices are caring or not caring, and not caring is what got me to 288 pounds. (Okay, that's not true. I knew I was getting bigger, and I cared. I just didn't *act*.)
So maybe what I need to do is start celebrating my victories again. Because I really meant to all along, but somehow the 100 pound mark came and went and I never did anything special about it.
I also need to get back to 3FC regularly, because I've been MIA for a month, and the energy here really helps me care. And I absolutely need to care to get going again.
Lisa