I issued myself a dare a while back. The dare was that when this photo happened, I would stop being coy and secretive about the numbers. I was REEEEEALLY pushing myself on the whole fearless thing.
OK, past-me. Here goes.
That, ladies and gentlemen, is my current weight. I JUST SHARED MY WEIGHT.
And that's ONEDERLAND.
That makes TWO BFDs.
Now for the rest of the numbers:
- Starting weight (March 7th, 2015): 303 pounds*
- Diet Bet starting weight (April 17th, 2015): 279.2 pounds**
- Final goal weight: 140 pounds (doctor approved!) (Well, the official line is that I'll see how 140 feels. If there's more to do at that point, I'll do it.)
Um, I haven't been in the 190s since I was on my way up the scale in my sophomore year of college, which was the worst year of my life. It's when all kinds of horrible things happened and I coped with the sadness and stress by eating everything in sight. No one who has met me since I was 19 has ever seen me this size. Ever. That's BFD number three.
For the official record, I saw 199 on the scale for the first time 2 weeks back, but it was a morning scale read, which doesn't count in my mind. I've even seen 198 in the morning, but again, it doesn't count. I'm going to say something crazy now, which is that yesterday, I felt 199. So tonight at the gym, I weighed myself, and for the first time in over a decade, I got to move the 50-pound weight to 150 instead of 200. I'm in the 150 club. That's BFD number four.
Finally, I have unhidden my Diet Bet weight chart on my profile. Don't believe me? Go look at my profile. Right now. That's BFD number five.
And now that that's all out in the open... rest of sentence.
If you need me, I'll be walking in a winter onederland.
:)
FOOTNOTES/DISCLAIMERS/FURTHER EXPLANATIONS:
*I remember my weight on this date because it was the night before I left on an international trip and I weighed myself for the first time in weeks because I was worried about spending hours in an uncomfortably small airplane seat. It was my heaviest weight in my life. Yeah, that ride did suck; not only was I physically uncomfortable, but I had that number emblazoned on my brain the entire time. Luckily, I came back having magically shed nearly 10 pounds (without trying), and I let that be my momentum. The conscious choice to lose it all forever was on March 23rd, a few days after getting home from said trip. At my doctor's appointment on March 26th, I was at 289.
**This may look like a lot to lose within a short period, but it just falls the fuck off when you're 303 pounds and suddenly adopt the healthy lifestyle your body has always wanted. It's also a lot of water weight. I wasn't doing anything extreme; I've always been level-headed and healthy in my approach. I'm going to do this right from start to finish. Promise.