The Culprit

Yep – that’s her on the left.  The culprit for my not so healthy breakfast.  Back to that in a few, but first, this is a pretty important weekend.  It’s Easter weekend (and I’m not one of the bloggers giving up chocolate bunnies; more power to you guys, but if I don’t eat at least an ear, that little bastard will taunt me well into next week and I’ll end up taking down him and three of his friends on sale at the drugstore).  It’s also the weekend that marks five months of my reconstruction that started on my thirtieth birthday, and it marks almost three months of this blog!  If you’re new to the blog, you might want to start here, here, here, here, and here.

First things first, Saturdays are my weekly weigh in days, and this morning I weighed in at 254.2 (damn new scales.  I so liked being below 250!).  All in all, that’s a 53.8 pound loss since I began this journey, and 1.8 pounds down from last week!  As I type this, I realize that one huge piece of this reconstruction is taking away the power these numbers have had over me for most of my life.  The first time I divulged my weight on this blog, I really wasn’t feeling it.  I thought about deleting that post many times, but I thought it was important to take away the power I was giving those numbers, so I did share them.  Now I’ll share my weight and my journey with any poor person who asks.  That in and of itself has helped tremendously.

Last night, I watched Jamie Oliver’s Food Revolution (a show and concept I absolutely love), and there was a teenager named Brittany who shared about her struggle with obesity so openly and courageously.  I was in awe.  She’s 16 or 17 years old, and she’s dealing with this challenge incredibly.  It’s taken me thirty years to get comfortable talking about my weight!  I always kind of hoped » Read more: Weekly Weigh In, and Blaming Breakfast on the Dog