Wednesday (January 9) I checked in at WW. When I did, I realized it was a big day. It has been 1 year (and 4 before that) since I said I was serious about working on a healthier lifestyle.
So… have I done it?
While I am currently on an upswing, I have lost a total of 22.2 lbs this year. At one point, that number was closer to 40, but the point is that I made progress.
A year ago I was saying this:
I am morbidly obese. This last year has shown me that this burden is going to get harder as I age.
My feet hurt; I’m still struggling with plantar fasciitis.
My knee hurts: I have a torn meniscus.
My breathing is not great: I’m recovering from the flu, but also just fat.
My back hurts.
My hips ache.
With Mom’s death, I am starkly aware of the burdens obesity puts on the body. When I was closer to -40, I have to say most of those had improved a lot. Currently, I can only report that most of these things are better, but not where I want them to be.
So, looking forward to another year, am I willing to keep trying.
It’s been 12 days since Mom died, and I can’t promise to really get into this yet, but even over the last week, I’ve made steps. And for this week, I’m going to work on being kind to myself and adding these goals.
- Eating my prepared food
- Hit 10,000, taking at least one break/lunch walk
- Tracking breakfast
- 2 Frappuccino per day
I started a year ago with these two thoughts.
Indeed. I’m signing up for a few more steps.