In January, I was the heaviest ever in my life -- a whopping 168 pounds. I weighed more than my nearly fully pregnant co-worker. I weighed more than Mr. Monkey.
In February, I started exercising, i.e., riding my elliptical whenever I watched TV. By April, I was down to about 160.
Then, for whatever reason, I ballooned back to 164 by the time June rolled around. It's like I'm 1980s Oprah or something -- up and down, up and down.
I wasn't always fat. I blame work.
After restricting my diet for just the past 17 days (the specially fashioned "No White Rice, No White Bread, No White Pasta, No Fried Foods Diet"), I now weigh 158. That's a six-pound loss in a mere two weeks or so and 10 pounds down since January. Diane was instrumental in implementing my food intake modification, and she checks up on me now and then, which is very helpful.
My other e-friends have been cheering me on, too. We often do a Monday check-in whereby each of us recounts the previous week's eating and exercising activities. In the past, I hadn't taken it seriously, but, now that I'm making progress, I might consider joining in. Maybe.
My immediate goal is to get back to my wedding weight, which was 145. If ambition catches up to me, I may even shoot for my law school weight of 125.
I'm not completely crazy, though. I know there's no chance in hell I'll ever get back to the 118 listed on my driver's license!