June 7, 2006
Now is the time that we seem to enter a time-space continuum. I have officially entered My Weight-Loss Week. Although, there are other weeks in which I will, can and have lost weight in any given month, the second’ish to third’ish week of the month is usually the one where I will have a large loss. I knew it was starting yesterday when I had one of those freaky days where I weighed less in the evening than I did in the morning.
This is another reason why I was so stoked about dethroning Brian yesterday. Based on my morning weight yesterday, I figured it wasn’t going to happen until next week. But my body had other things in store for me.
So, waking up I saw new numbers (302) and in the afternoon I saw another new number (301) and by the time I had worked out and was ready to head to my meeting, I was damn near jumping out of my skin when the scale read 300. That’s what the Weight Watchers scale read, as well. (Well, theirs read 300.8, actually.)
And even though I was stoked when I left for the meeting to be seeing the new numbers, I didn’t want to get my hopes up too much, because even though I have been consistently losing four pounds overnight for the past month or so, on my Tuesday weigh-in days, we always eat late, because I don’t eat before weigh-in. So, I knew that the 300 wasn’t going to stick for my late-night weight. And it didn’t. Directly after dinner, I was at 303 again. I am sure that if I had weighed myself before bed (I wonder why I didn’t, that really is very unlike me!) it probably would have showed 302.
So, when I stepped on the scale this morning, it was in anticipation of getting into the 200’s!
Of course, the scale lives to torment me. I woke up early today (5:30), so that I could go running before work. This is the first time I’ve been successful at getting up early enough to run, so I was stoked. I got on the scale at 5:30 and it showed 300. I was a little irritated, but not too worried about it because that wasn’t my official morning weight. I don’t weigh in until 7:00 in the mornings. So, I shrugged and headed out the door to run.
2.49 miles later, I hit home and Jesse was waiting outside with some water for me. Without even thinking about it, I started guzzling the water and headed to the computer to figure out my numbers and such. As I was finishing all of my calculations, and taking another drink of water, it dawned on me. I hadn’t reweighed myself yet, and here I’d drunk about 20 oz. of water.
So, I headed to the bathroom, flipped on the shower and while it warmed up, even though it was still only 6:35, I stepped on the scale. 299 300 299 300 It was flickering back and forth and would not rest, so I just got into the shower.
After shower, I did all the usual morning routine stuff and probably took five minutes longer than usual to get myself dry. If this morning’s weight was going to be that close, I wasn’t going to take any chances. For that reason, I also blew dry my hair, then at 6:55, I finally stepped on the scale for what would be my official weight.
And the scale did not want to settle. It did the same 299/300 dance that it did at 6:35. I repositioned to make sure I was standing right in the middle of the damn thing, took a deep breath, stood up straight and tried to stand as still as I could. And it finally settled on 299. I began counting (because this scale does the flickering thing a lot, I do a count of five or ten seconds before calling a weight official). I got to four and the damn thing flickered back to 300. I began counted again, got to eight and it flickered back to 299, started counting again and finally got to ten and decided to freakin’ take it for Pete’s sake.
I figure that if I hadn’t drunk the water, it would have been a shoe in.
So, with that I AM OUT OF THE 300’s! I need to have a perfect eating day today, to make sure that it sticks. (That also brings my total loss, by my scale, to 112.)
And it’s hitting at a good time, too. I’m in my losing week, which means, I could lose any where from another 2 to 8 pounds by next week. That will hopefully get me SOLIDLY in the 200’s so that even on my evening and late-night weigh-ins, I’ll still be in the 200’s.
It feels good. Heck, it feels great. I weigh less than 300 pounds! Okay, by ONE, but these are the goals that keep me going. It will be by more than that by the end of the month.
This morning, Jesse was talking about how it’s such a bigger deal this time. Last time I entered a new century was almost a year ago. I started this whole thing in the 400’s. Getting into the next century just wasn’t that big of a deal then because it took all of two weeks. I was just starting Weight Watchers, and was still in shock over the whole beginning of the weight loss journey. I was too busy thinking about food and journaling and figuring out how all of this was going to work to realize that I’d entered a new century. I remember having some “I am never going to see the 400s again!” moments, but it wasn’t anything like this.
As Jesse said: “You went through all 100 of these pounds.”
And it’s like I told him, with a lump in my throat, “And I’m sure I have an emotional attachment to each and every damn one of those pounds. If I sat and thought about it long enough, I could probably remember what I was going through when I lost every single one of them.”
So let this begin my chronicle of what I am going through for every single one of these 100 pounds. 100 more and I’m in the 100s. I’m only 138 away from my goal. I’m getting closer to the half-way mark. It’s still hard at times, it’s still easy at times, but the one thing that never changes is how very much this is changing my life.
In more ways than I could possibly count.