I've been at goal for almost a year now. Next week, I turn 55. It's weird, I'm in better shape than I've ever been in my life. I'm at a healthy weight, and my knees don't hurt like they did, even a year ago. Granted, I spend about an hour a day at the gym, mostly doing cardio, but I actually feel good. And the best part, I even like myself now. Yeah, it's taken me 55 years to like myself.
The best compliment I've received this past year was "you wouldn't understand". A co-worker was complaining about not being able to lose weight, and I asked her what she was doing. Her response was "you wouldn't understand". Um, yes, I do. I showed her my before pictures, and now, I'm an inspiration to her. That makes me feel good, mostly about myself, but also to let other people know that if I can do it, so can you.
Do I wish there were times when I didn't have to count everything I put into my mouth? Almost every day. Are there times when I wish I could just eat something and not worry about what it does to my system? Heck, yeah. But then I remember that I can wear a size 10 or 12, and can shop in any "normal" department store, and I've spent a small fortune replacing my plus size wardrobe, so I don't eat it, or I eat it, own it, and then track it. Some days are easier than others, but for the most part, I just keep on doing what I've done to get to goal. Besides, I don't ever want to have to pay Weight Watchers again!
