Weighing in

My workplace is doing a "Biggest Winner" competition for the next three months.  Even though the idea of even one coworker knowing my weight is horrifying, I signed up because I know accountability will help push me to work on this.

So I kicked off my shoes and stepped on the scale, totally pretending like I wasn't crying inside.  And then the number came up - seven pounds higher than the last time I weighed myself at home.  I felt terrible but just smiled, as I've been doing my whole life whenever I've had to share my weight with someone (although it's usually a healthcare professional).

I need to lose weight for me.  I felt better, both physically and mentally, when I weighed less.  I was more outgoing and had more energy and stamina.  Even my skin was better.  I felt better about myself and my lifestyle.  I need to get back to that place again.  I will not judge someone of any size and am not saying any particular size is preferable.  I am doing this for me, knowing what feels best for me.  I was in that place and I let it slide away, pound by pound, snack by snack, hour by hour on the sofa.

Today after work the hubby and I are moving more boxes with the help of his brother (yay, help!).  I can't wait until we're moved in and can hook up the Wii Fit.  It won't make me thin, but it'll get me moving and it'll get my butt off the sofa.  My best friend has one now (just got it a week or so ago) so I have a buddy to do this with, to talk about it with.  That plus the weekly weigh-ins at work have got to help me get moving.  I miss being strong, energetic, and healthy.