Week 36. Nine months into this trip. Somehow it seems like both a long and short amount of time. My final goal is to get to 150 pounds, which is 79 fewer than my starting weight of 229. My plan for the year was that I would lose one pound a week, which would (in a perfect world) total about 50 pounds.
So, on to the good news--I've hit one of my first big goals for myself: cross the 200 pounds mark. It means a lot to me to see the first digit of my weight to switch from a 2 to a 1. It's hard to explain why it's such a big deal, but just take my word for it, it's important to me. This afternoon I weighed in at 198.0, for a loss of 3.4 pounds this week. Woo hoo! By itself, this would be a great loss, but the fact that it puts me solidly under the 200 mark, well, double woo hoo! This is week 36 and I've lost 31.4 pounds. Pretty cool.
To celebrate this month's progress, I decided to try something crazy: I bought cookies. I love Pecan Sandies. I love them so much that I literally have not purchased a pack in ten years because I know that I could not trust myself around them and they represent pure food evil. Yet I know that healthy and "normal" people can buy and eat cookies in acceptable proportions. I must have looked like a crazy person because I stood there in the grocery store with a package in hand trying to decide if I could handle having cookies in the house. Looking at the package, a serving size is two cookies. The last couple days I have had a serving of cookies each day. Obviously it's not great to eat cookies every day, but this is about pushing myself to deal with the temptation and exercise control. I'm not going to lie, I don't know if I would buy cookies again because I know they are there in the cupboard and I really want them, but I want to control myself more. I am better than bingeing. You're going down, Sandies!