Wow, I really suck at updating this blog!
Thankfully, following this program is easier than remembering to update this blog.
Today I'm at about the 10-week mark, and I've officially lost 44.6 pounds. And yes, I'm below 200 pounds now!! I had my annual appointment with my primary care provider yesterday. I was anxious and nervous, and excited -- because I haven't seen her since January, and I knew she'd be happy that I've lost weight, but I didn't want her to freak out and tell me that the plan I'm on is horrible and blah blah blah. Which I didn't actually think would happen. I mean, I'm a nurse; I did my research.
So, yeah. She didn't freak out. She and her nurse are happy with my progress and encouraged me to keep it going! Not like I needed their encouragement, haha, but it's nice to hear all the same. My blood pressure was even down, and I received her blessing to trial discontinuing my blood pressure medication. WOO-HOO!!! I have no doubts this will go well. I'd always had low-normal blood pressure in the past, even at weights above 200. It seems when I hit about the 230 mark is when it went up. NO MORE!!!!
I know I shouldn't obsess about the number. In fact, since the numbers have been consistently under 200 for the last few days, I find that I suddenly do care a lot less about the actual numbers. Don't get me wrong, I still weigh in every morning and log my weight, but I just kinda look at the numbers now like... eh, okay. Which is hard to explain; it's not that I'm not overjoyed because the numbers are still going down, because I most certainly am!! I think getting to 199 and below seemed like such an insurmountable goal, it's almost like the numbers aren't registering in my head any longer. Like it's surreal. I am in the 190's now. I feel like a normal person! I'm still obese (depending on which BMI scale you use -- the one I use has me in "Obese Class 1" and steadily closing in on "Overweight", and I started at "Obese Class 3") but not as bad as I used to be. I don't look like I could be mistaken for someone in early- to mid-pregnancy anymore. My size 18's are almost too big to wear and my size 16's are pleasantly comfortable, almost roomy, and don't at all feel like I've squeezed myself into a sausage casing. I don't think I own any size 14's.
My original goal was to be at my ideal weight range before my 45th birthday. I need to clarify that goal! I've never actually considered at what weight I would STOP trying to lose more weight. For some reason, I'm thinking 150. Although, given that this is happening at a faster rate than I thought it would, and with much less effort than I thought it would, I'd be lying if I said I don't consider going back to my high school weight of 120. Maybe 130. Let's just start with 150, though; that would be about 47 pounds away. So, I'm about half way to that goal, and have made it here in, let's call it 3 months. If I keep up at this rate, I'll be there, let's call it another 3 months. Nah, let's make it 4 months, to be safe. That's February. My 45th birthday is next September. I might very well be at my goal weight by spring. SPRING!!
Alright, I gotta get back to work now. TTYL!
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