My absolute first goal was to take charge of my health and feel better. I was run down and lethargic all the time; my whole body ached all the time; my hair was falling out; and I looked like crap. In less than a year, I had seen a radiologist, a cardiologist, a neurologist, an endocrinologist, two gynos and 3 GPs and I had had 8 mammograms, one breast biopsy, a heart ultrasound, a thyroid scan and neck and back xrays. Aside from the discovery and removal of a benign breast lump and starting on meds for my underactive thyroid, there was nothing anyone could do for me. Waiting in the cardiologist's office, I had a glimpse of myself in the not-so-distant future as one of those old people whose lives revolve around doctor's appointments. I was terrified.
That day, I vowed to fix myself. I started going to a chiropractor and taking vitamin supplements that included omega-3s. I also accepted how bad stress is for your health and vowed to find time and ways to cut down on some of the stress in my life. Then I started WW two weeks ago and am doing well so far. I've decided not to look at it as a diet, but as a lifestyle change, a healthy part of my new self-prescribed regime.
LOL But on a less grand scale, my weigh-loss goals are what I call the XX0's, like 260, 250, etc. I kissed my first one (260) goodbye last week and am hoping to bid the 250s farewell soon. My next goal is to have less than 100 pounds to lose; after that, my goal will be to weigh under 200 (enter one-derland, as they say). Then to be less than the weight I was the last time I felt I was of normal weight (169, in college, 23 years ago.) Then, on to my final goal: 140.
Wow, didn't mean to write so much! Sorry.
But this is the first time I am actually excited about losing weight and taking care of myself.