Year 2, Day 200: Detecto Says "181", Eyes Pop Out of Head

I'd been putting it off for a while, because I was both concerned that I was out of control (since vacation) and because I was unsure of the value that weighing myself. There's also another factor, which is to be on time for work enough so that I can stop by, get weighed and get out without throwing off my day. This just happened to be a day that things were going my way. It was warm, so I was dressed in shorts. I got in, and the office was empty. I got on the scale and I could not believe my eyes. When you get weighed as often as I do, you know where the big scale marker is going to go, but it's where that little scale marker goes that makes all the difference. I could tell it was going to be good, but I wasn't sure how good. It felt very good to say that as of my 200th day in the second year, (which is day 565) I had succeeded in losing forty-five pounds. Now if you're a reader of this blog you know it's not all about the weight, it's about the life you get back. But the number is still an accomplishment.

Breakfast
Kashi Go Lean!
Heritage Flakes
1 Small Banana
Blueberries
1 Cup Unsweetened Soy Milk
Green Tea

Snack
1.5 oz. Boston Lite Popcorn
3 "Short Shots"

Lunch: Russos's ($6.01)
Red leaf, red peppers, red onions
chicken, feta, mushrooms, broccoli

Dinner: Blue Ribbon BBQ
Pulled Chicken
Burnt Ends
Grilled Asparagus
Pickles
2 Bites of Baked Beans

Naturally, I was very excited all day by the news, as it's the kind of big jump that you don't ordinarily see this late in the game. Literally, I think it's a loss of about five pounds since last I was weighed. Recently, when discussing my journey with my neighbor, I gave my weight as "About 186," which is where I thought I would always be stuck. I am amazed to find myself at a weight associated with my youngest days. The temptation to celebrate (with food, natch) was great, and even Emily suggested that after "Back to School Night", which was tonight—which I won't discuss because it's as depressing a thing as my weight was thrilling—we go out for ice cream. Of course, part of losing weight is bringing to a halt that kind of connection— success and reward with food. There is very little that feels rewarding about sitting with a cup of tea, but nothing is more counter productive than to eat something that would make you gain weight when what you're celebrating is the liberation of that burden. But I feel good. I knew that I would right now.