Week 22 - SUCCESS!

I DID IT! I DID IT! I DID IT! I REALLY REALLY DID IT!

I have a new key chain on my ring now. I've gotten rid of my old key chain with my goal and life time charms on it and replaced it with my BRAND NEW 10% Goal keyring. I'm so ecstatic! I finally got to 10% of my initial starting weight. I've now lost 19.4 pounds with Weight Watchers. 63 gone in total. 10% may not seem like a lot to people who haven't had the privilege of following the program. But for us in the cult of WWers...it means a lot.

I lost 1 pound last week after three weeks of chasing my first official goal with Weight Watchers. There was a horrible storm raging outside and just as I was about to be presented with my keyring, the power went out. As they finished with me, the power came back on. I was totally okay with that. The early Saturday morning meetings are full. Over 100 people on a good day. With the power off, the lights were out and no one could look at me. However, even in the dark the leader could tell I was getting emotional and even commented on it. How could I not? I had convinced myself that after a baby, that is the end of the body and weight you once had. I had enough people tell me that as well. To all of them I say, "Screw you...I'm doing it".

As I sit here writing this blog, waiting for James to wake up, I'm wearing one of my older size 7 skirts. I can't get too excited about it though. I probably shouldn't be. We are going to a memorial service today and I can't very well wear any of the clothes I have gotten over the past few months. They are all casual and I'd feel very disrespectful wearing them. So I've squeezed into a size 7 jean skirt...thank god for stretch fit and longer shirts. I can sit (comfortably!!!) in it so it'll do for now. I do feel a little bad for wearing denim to something like this...but have I mentioned...it is a 7?!?!?!?!

The weekend was all mine. Pizza and wings. A MooLatte from Dairy Queen. Pancakes for breakfast Sunday. Time to get back on the horse today and start journalling again.

Baseball is tomorrow. Haven't decided what I'm going to do yet as far as playing since I'm scared SHITLESS the more I think about it, the worse it gets. We'll see what happens tomorrow. Need to get over this fear or I'll never play again.

Aerobics tonight. Hopefully the ankle will be okay for bouncing and jumping around on it. Busy week ahead.