I'm back home. Been there for a week now. Today was my first weigh-in on the home scale since early December.
Today's number? 210.6.
What does that mean? Technically, it means I maintained my weight over the holidays. I did not gain a single freaking pound.
Now, it also means that the time to kick things into high gear is upon us. I must continue to make changes. I must get back to my regular schedule at the gym. (Last week was difficult; this week, moreso, what with trying to train for the half and gasping for breath along the way.) I must find ways to trim calories, and I must find ways to thank my body for all its accomplishments.
Today feels good. Every day brings a new opportunity to keep moving forward. And why not?
Another major realization: Much as the show drives me bananas, I've been keeping up with "The Biggest Loser." For the first time since the series began, I am not a candidate to be on the show. I am smaller than all the women who are participating. I'm on the thin side of fat!
*Title lyrics stolen from John Denver's "Saturday Night in Toledo, Ohio".