Looking back over 41.2 pounds

Last night was very exciting. After over a year of following Weight Watchers, I finally reached my weight goal. And I want to shout it from the rooftops!

Not only am I excited about reaching my goal, but I'm freaking proud of myself for sticking to it.

Yes, it took a long time. In fact, I've done some calculations.

I've spent 65 weeks on Weight Watchers, which means I've averaged a loss of .63 pounds per week. Okay, half a pound, not bad.

However, 22 out of 65 weeks, I gained. That's kind of disappointing.

I've spent a total (Hubs, now's the time to stop reading) of $495.15. This averages out to $12.01 per pound! Holy crap!

I wonder if I would have done anything differently, like maybe try to minimize those gains, had someone laid it out for me in those terms in the beginning.

I don't mind that it took so long. I had a lot to learn. Like when to say no, when to walk away, when to run away. When to tell Hubs to "take this and hide it and don't let me find it!"

I've learned that one individual Hershey's bar is fine. But fourteen might be a problem. One makes me happy and satisfies my sweet tooth. Fourteen makes me want to crawl into a dark hole and cry.

I've learned that I'm a bored eater and when I have nothing to do, you can find me sitting in the fridge.

And, on a serious note, I've learned that it's really important to not deprive yourself and to keep things interesting by trying new foods.

I've decided to share my "before" picture. Not really sure why, but here it is:



I have no words.

This picture has been my motivation. It was actually taken five years ago, during our first trip to Hawaii. The same trip that Hubs proposed. I know he loves me, but I can't help but look at this picture and think why??? I swear I will never look like that again.

I was over 200 pounds in that picture. I was wearing an XL top and the shorts were a size 16. Since this picture was taken, I've lost over 65 pounds. I was able to lose some of it on my own, but most of it with Weight Watchers.

Now... I wear a size small shirt (poor boobs) and a size 8 in jeans. I love my size 8 jeans. Love them.

Tomorrow night, Hubs is taking me to buy my new camera lens. My reward. That, alone, is worth the struggle. That and my new-found health, of course. And the smaller, cuter clothes. And the confidence.

Yeah, it was all worth it.



P.S. I was trying to find an "after" photo, and couldn't. I'll try and take one this weekend. God forbid everyone view me in their mind as that fat person.