Okay, so it's now Thursday of week one. I'm going very strong! I've completely cut out my sodas and it's been all water, all the time.
When I got home from Texas after Xmas, I stepped on the scale and saw 292.4 and if I hadn't just evacuated my bowels I would have shit my pants. So close to 300 again! Fucking misery.
Today I weighed in at 286.6, which while still extremely high is at least giving me some early positives regarding my drink and food choices, as well as a nice reward for 30 minutes at the gym both nights.
I'm getting married in the new year. The official date is October 1, which gives me 9 months to go to get down. I'd love to be 215 for the wedding. That's still a bit high for me, but it's also a totally obtainable goal. It'll be nice to honeymoon somewhere warm without worrying about my bathing suit.
My lowest weight before I sort of slid away from this was 247, so it's still lots and lots of work to get there, but I'm committed. Committed in a way that I haven't been in a long time. I feel it, and I'm excited to feel it again.