Before I put up pictures of me and the Yarn Harlot, I need to make a confession. I'm fat. Not pudgy, chunky, a "big" girl. Nope. I am FAT, obese.
BUT, and it's a big but. I'm less fat than I used to be. When I was in Jacksonville last year, there came a point when JC said something along the lines of "I don't want to be an 'all the way' orphan." That hit me hard. I've battled my weight most of my adult life. There were times when it wasn't an issue, when I was at my goal weight. But those times were the exception instead of the rule.
I stress eat. And I have a sedentary job and hobbies. Those things combined to the point where at my heaviest I approached 290 pounds. I'm 5'3". NOT a good combination.
I lost about 15 pounds on my own last year. But I stalled out at 275. So last month I joined Weight Watchers. I weigh in on Wednesdays.
Today I weighed 264.0, so far in the last four weeks, I have lost 11.4 pounds. And I'm not hungry. I don't feel like I'm on a diet, per se.
I know that I have to do this for my health, for my family, for myself. I can do this. I want to dance at JC's wedding and hold my grandbabies some day.