Weightless

Well, not quite, but I have shed 40 pounds since April doing Weight Watchers (as I have chronicled previously in this blog…feel free to use the search function). I don’t think I’ve weighed this little since I was in grad school and working for the university back in ’94. (212.6 as of last Saturday, down 40.4 pounds, and I’m probably going to lose a couple more when we weigh in this Saturday — hence this jubilant post.)
I am now back in size 38 pants (as opposed to size 44 which were getting tight on me at the beginning of this saga) — and I know exactly when I outgrew size 38; it was in December 1994 when I moved to DC, because I bought some pants at Eddie Bauer at Montgomery Mall in that size that turned out to be too tight. I still have them. And they fit now.
I have a friend who has been swearing by Atkins for the past three years who has finally come to the conclusion that Atkins doesn’t work, and is going to try Weight Watchers. This guy and I are “twin sons of different mothers” (no, we are not actually related, we just like to BS people with that phrase 🙂 ) and I’ve been steadily losing my pot while he see-saws back and forth depending on whether or not he gives in to eating carbs.
I’m to the point where my rings don’t fit and my tux is almost too big — thank goodness for ring guards and suspenders. I had to switch from wearing my regular Masonic ring to my slightly-smaller past master’s ring, because the regular ring kept ending up upside down on my finger…my wedding ring is REALLY loose, but not as annoying as the Masonic ring because it doesn’t matter what orientation it’s in…and the tux, well, I’ve already told Sally that when I get to goal weight, I’m buying Armani. 😀
When I got out of high school, I weighed between 170 and 180. I want to set my lifetime goal at 190 (lifetime goal is the point where, as long as you don’t gain more than 2 pounds over it at your monthly — not weekly — weigh-in, you don’t pay WW any more money) and then lose to about 180. I think another 30 pounds is doable. (Hell, I wasn’t sure 40 was doable, six months ago.)
Learning to eat sensibly is a hell of a lot more fun than starving myself of all the carbs I love. I’d rather eat less of everything than eat none of something.