The post below was originally published in 2011, and it's been updated each year to reflect where I am in my life and the new...Read More
On my first day of high school, after a summer spent at a weight loss camp, I weighed 130 lbs. A few weeks later, goofing around with my friend Renee and the scale, I learned I was at my lowest weight ever: 129.5. That is the only time in my life that I weighed that little. I never saw that number again.
Now, at 41 years old and 147 pounds and fitter than I’ve ever been, I’m going to reclaim that weight. Because now I have the tools and confidence and drive to do it the right way.
Since I started my “get to goal” mission in January 2008, I’ve been telling myself that my reasonable, safe, healthy Weight Watchers goal of 145 was the best I could do. I actually allowed myself to think, “I can never be super thin/lean/fit. I’m not made that way.”
A few weeks ago, a fellow Weight Watchers member said, A goal without a plan is just a wish.
Last week, Carla posted a comment on my blog that said, in part, Excuses are boring.
On Saturday, our Weight Watchers meeting leader Pam asked all of us, Who in the world can stop you from taking off the weight you want to lose and keeping it off?
It all got me thinking.
Then at the Spartan 300 on Saturday, I did 50 box jumps and 50 floor wipers with the 95-lb. bar. Last year at this time, those feats were impossible.
So I thought about THAT.
And then I decided.
Mission 17 is in effect.
I will lose 17 pounds. I will weigh 130 pounds.
I will keep my commitment to my CrossFit workouts. I will follow the Zone seven days a week. I will write in my food log and workout journal every day. I will make sure I get the rest I need to do all of the above.
And some day in the near future, I will meet the goal of Mission 17.
As Dave said yesterday, this might be my toughest mission yet.
It’s funny how that makes me feel really good.