Friday, I took the plunge and started my Weight Watchers account. It was a huge step for me, and it really felt like this weight (no pun intended) had been taken off my shoulders. It felt like someone put their arm around my shoulder and said, "Don't worry now. It's going to be okay. You got this."
Saturday, May 30th, was my first official day on the program, and I woke up feeling hopeful, which was crazy all in itself. I stuck to the program all weekend, and I was excited about eating my meals! I started remembering things from the time I was on the program before, and I wondered why it had taken me so long to realize that I needed to do this again.
I feel like someone who has been through rehab a few times before, got healthy, and then fell off the wagon again. However, I know that the other times I fell back into old habits were times when life went crazy and I couldn't handle the stress and anxiety. Now, I'm getting help for the anxiety and I really just feel reborn.
I'm keeping my journey to myself, for the most part. In fact, I forgot to tell my husband my start date, so he was really surprised when I told him I'd already finished day one when he got home on Saturday. I'm going to write it all down here, but most people just won't know. Because it's none of their business. The ones who will support me completely already have been told, and the ones it will affect the most (my poor co-workers, who will no longer have me driving to get us all fast food for lunch every day) were told in advance so they could deal with it all.
I know that it's going to take a while. My goal is to lose 130 pounds. But I'm going to focus on 10 pound chunks. I only have to lose 10 pounds 13 times. That sounds WAY more doable than 130 pounds. My next post will likely be about the bracelet(s) I'm making myself for each 10 pound victory, but I'm still working out the details.
Oh yeah. I got this.Watch out world, I'm 'bout to get healthy.
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