Ha! For the conclusion of my birthday extravaganza, I sat on my duff and searched through some old photos to find pictures of me at my heaviest. Seriously? There aren’t many. I avoided cameras like the plague. Looking at these pictures, I amaze myself with the progress!
May 2005, at my heaviest, 223 pounds. That poor piano bench!
(That’s Teen Daughter#2)
May 2006 – At this point, I had started working on my health, just a little bit.
Christmas 2006. I found out earlier this year that I have Type II Diabetes, and had finally gotten very serious about exercising and watching what I ate.
(That’s Mr. Pea with me, not some random stranger I met a the office Christmas Party.)
Now…there’s a long gap in the timeline here without any pictures because a) the camera bit the dust; and b) by the end of the gap, I was fat again! I worked my way down to 159 pounds by the summer of 2007 and held it there for a little over a year. By January of 2009, I was up to about 165. By December of 2009, I was all the way back to 185. Right after Christmas, spurred on by a well-intentioned but still hurtful comment from Mr. Pea and still reeling from the aftereffects of my stroke, I had a major discussion with myself.
Me: “Self? You do know you can’t go on like this, right?”
Self: “Uh, yeah. I’m tired of feeling tired. I’m really tired of looking at you and seeing rolls.”
Me: “What do you mean your’re tired of seeing rolls!? You have no right to criticize!”
Self: “Yeah? So what are you going to do about this?”
I joined Weight Watchers. I forced myself to move. I started running, then picked up speedwalking.
May 2010, 179 pounds – On my way. Thank you exercise! Thank you healthy food choices!
Today. Yes, I know I’m cutting a cake for crying out loud!
Not the best example for healthy eating, but it IS my birthday today, and my children made this cake for me, from scratch; they even make those tasty truffles decorating it.
Truth be told? I only ate a tiny piece. Teen sons will polish this cake off tomorrow after bike riding and football practice. They can do that eating cake thing. I choose not to.