I know I already dropped into the normal BMI range mid-March, but that was quickly usurped by my insomnia and all the fallout and subsequent weight gain from crashing so hard. I am confident that this morning’s weigh-in with a BMI of 24.9 will be the closest I come to “overweight” ever again. I see the new psychiatrist tomorrow and I know that I am going to be able to make April my best month yet. I also took my monthly progress pictures this morning, and although I’ve only lost 20 pounds, you can see it. This excites me to no end.
My first big goal is 130 pounds. Next is 115 pounds. Then 100 pounds. Ultimate goal is 95. You better pay attention, ’cause if you don’t I just might slip through your fingers and be gone, baby, gone.
I’m also pleased to report the B has been infected with the health bug and is starting to exercise again (he’s very athletic but hasn’t worked out in years). He also asked me to overhaul his diet so I spent the whole weekend prepping his meals and snacks for the week. Love it. Love him.
