A Journey of 101 Pounds Begins With 1 Step: Onto the Scale!

I *so* wish this was the end of the journey and not the beginning!  I wish I was writing this blog as a sort of memoir of things that have already happened.  I wish there was a photo of me smiling -- all thin and gorgeous and carefree -- holding up a pair of jeans big enough for two of me.

"Holy schnikes!  I've gained HOW MUCH weight?!?"

Um, yeah.  Not yet.  No instant gratification here, because this is the start of this journey.  I am writing this blog to hold myself accountable, because I don't want to give up hope that I can lose this weight.


See, two years ago, I took a great, self-affirming step and finally -- FINALLY, after 20 years! -- quit smoking for good. I am grateful every day not to be enslaved to cigarettes anymore, because I had tried to quit unsuccessfully so many times before.  One colossal caveat: In two years, I gained fifty-eight pounds -- Gah! 58 pounds! -- and I had needed to lose 40 or so already. (Ouch!) 


On June 1, 2011, I slinked quietly into a Weight Watchers meeting during my lunch break, stepped onto a scale for the first time in months, and I was shocked to see a number I never thought I'd see. EVER.  I vowed to do whatever it took to shed that weight.  And so my journey, and of course this blog, were born. I have 101 pounds to lose to reach my goal weight, and I'm giving myself one year to do it.

June 1, 2011 to June 1, 2012: One Girl. One Year. 101 Pounds.  Let's rock.