Last Time

I've lost track of the number of times I've lost a significant amount of weight, only to regain. This is probably the fifth time. I'm not sure. I almost got it right last time, but I got lazy and stopped keeping track of my eating habits. I kept telling myself that I could eat what I want because I was still exercising regularly. If only!

The good news is that I'm nowhere near the 320+ pounds that I weighed the last time. Not only is this good because I have fewer pounds to lose than I did a couple years ago, but it's also good because I've caught myself in time. In the past, every time I've regained weight, I've ended up weighing even more than before. Not this time.

I'm good at fooling myself into believing that I'm really not gaining that much weight, especially when I stop stepping on the scale every morning. A few months ago, I realized that there are some clothes in the closet that I don't wear anymore. My belt was on its last notch, and even then, I was testing its limit. Still, I didn't quite let myself believe I had gained too much weight until I saw a recent picture of myself. Finally, I bit the bullet and stepped on the scale. While I knew I was going to be heavy, I was actually heartened that I hadn't gained a much as I thought. It was still a lot of weight to gain, but I was afraid I was going to be heavier.

And no, I'm not going to give out that number. That's between my scale and me.

So I'm back on track. I've lost 14 pounds since I started keeping track of my weight again. I'm awesome at losing weight! The trick is to maintain it when I reach my goal. This really, really, REALLY has to be the last time I go on a major weight loss campaign. Last time, I stopped weighing myself and keeping track of my eating habits, figuring that exercise alone would keep my weight down. This time, the plan will be to monitor myself for the rest of my days. Last time, last time…