On June 25 of this year I weighed 256 pounds. I know this because I had a doctor's appointment. You can't get out of the dang scale there. I had been cruising along on my never diet again plan but I was eating junk way more than I should. Being a former binge eater with life threatening binges, even eating junk too often (without bingeing) was a major step forward.
I saw that number and was sick of it. My A1C was not good and I decided to give myself another chance at a normal weight. So my husband and I decided to change to healthier food as a preponderance of our eating. Fresh vegetables, lean meats, fruit, but on the low carb end of the spectrum since I'm a Type II non-insulin dependent diabetic. I eat what I choose, but I eat slowly and stop when full. A variation on intuitive eating I guess.
I weigh a couple of times a week to keep myself informed. This morning I weighed 226#, 30 pounds down. Most of my clothes are gone having been sent to the thrift shop. My mini goal is under 200# the first time I'll see that in over two decades, but a closer mini goal is to be able to get out of "plus sized" women's clothes. Just a misses XL (and not the biggest XL ever made) as an average would be glorious. I'm a bit of a fashion lover and plus sized clothes are rarely fashionable.
I tried a pair of super flattering XL pants and they fit. I was still stuck in a 1X top but the loose jacket coat was also XL. I didn't look huge in the mirror. I almost looked normal. I went to the State Fair last week and I wasn't one of the fattest people there like I usually am. Far from it this year!!!!
Hooray! I'm getting really close.