We interrupt your regularly scheduled programming today for a special announcement.
I’ve been waiting to share this news for just over a month now. The reason for the delay: I wanted to ensure it was a solid story and not a mere figment of my imagination. You’ll get no bad journalism here. No fast breaking stories which turn out to be utterly false. The numbers have held steady since early July, and I’m not sleeping, so I can’t be dreaming. It’s official. Drumroll please…
For the first time in forever, or at least the last fifteen plus years, I am NO longer trying to lose weight. Nope, not even a pound. I have FINALLY hit my goal weight, and I don’t mean my goal weight for next week, next month or even next season. No, I mean the one I set for myself a zillion years ago. The one on my driver’s license, which has been the exact same one hundred and fifteen pounds since I initially got it at the ripe old age of seventeen. Let’s be real, it probably wasn’t an honest number even then. C’mon, don’t tell me you never fudged the numbers on your driver’s license? I don’t believe you.
Every time I’ve renewed my license, I left the weight the same, and thankfully the nice BMV lady never laughed at me because there were some years it was obviously a stretch. Plus, I don’t think those ladies know how to laugh.
For years and years and years, my goal has been to get back to this magical one hundred and fifteen pound mark, if only because I want the government to have valid stats on me. “Excuse me folks, we’re looking for a woman in her mid-thirties about a buck fifteen. Maybe you’ve seen her, or maybe you missed her because she’s super thin and trim now.”
I’ve gone through long work out stretches before and horribly restrictive diets. Sure they worked to a degree, but I inevitable hit a barrier every time I got close to a hundred and twenty pounds, or I gained it back, or I was hangry all the time (the awful moment when being hungry turns to bitchy…you want to avoid this moment). I worked out like a fiend only to crash and burn. I started to think it wasn’t possible and maybe I just needed to accept it. But I’m a stubborn wench, so I kept the magical and almost mystical number in the back of my mind (or really my wallet).
For me, the big change finally happened when I changed my diet, and I don’t mean living on only 1,000 calories a day. All I did was ditch the processed crap (and meat, although I’m not advocating this for anyone else) and the weight just started falling off. It kept dropping and the greatest part, I didn’t feel like I was sacrificing anything or restricting myself.
I also don’t work out every moment of every day, but let’s be honest, I really like a good balls to the wall sweatfest; it’s just as much for my mental relief as it is for physical strength. Plus, I really love what I eat.
Sweatfest + Good Clean Food = Happy Meg = Maintainable.
Which just happens to be my new plan: Maintain Baby. So am I perfect now? Nope, and I never will be, but I am happy.
Sure, I’ve still got some jiggly bits (eek) to work on, but right now I want to celebrate this moment where I can proudly say I am just under my goal weight of a hundred and fifteen pounds.
It’s so strange to finally be happy with the number on the scale; it’s like a weight (pun intended) has been lifted off my shoulders (or maybe just my ass).
Do you have a goal weight, and have you ever achieved it? Have you ever lied about your weight? On important government documentation?