Hi, my name is...

Dire warning - or at least, it should be. Maybe I can also be a measure of small hope for some? I'm trying. Again. Really.

272.8 was what my scale said yesterday morning. That was before I had breakfast, based on the menu for this coming week that I set up late Saturday night before going to bed. That was before we went to the grocery armed with a shopping list based on that planned menu. That was before I put my foot down and said no snacks, chips, crap is coming into the house any more. PERIOD!

So that's not the ENTIRE 60 lbs I'd lost previously gained back, but it's close. I keep muttering to myself and to Bill how I'm tired of feeling this way, looking this way, squirming into clothes that don't actually fit and refusing to buy more because I have TOTES full of cute clothes that I use to be able to wear before I ballooned back up again. They're waiting for me, patiently, to pull my head out of my too-large-and-flat behind and do what I have proved works.

Plan meals. Shop based on that plan. Keep crap out - if it's not in, I can't eat it. Allow myself small treats. Make manageable goals, take small steps, continue on. I didn't run a half marathon the first day I laced up my runners and stepped out on the street. No, I sure didn't. I took over a half hour to walk one mile - and that was at full steam, huffin' and puffin' my way along, walking angry and taking control of my life. I'm not all the way back there, but it's still going to take time to get where I want to be again. One step at a time.

I've bee here, off and on. I've worked on at the very least, logging in daily. I'm going to work on tracking my carefully planned menu/meals each day. I'm going to work on increasing my activity and fitness. I've read your blogs and silently cheered or commiserated from the edges. I may not be very visible initially, but don't count me out. Not quite yet.
C~