It's a New Century!

I joined Weight Watchers in October, 2007. I have not missed a single weekly weigh-in or meeting. And now, at last, after 22 months of "Stop Dieting. Start Living" I have seen the scale go below 200!

The significance of confessing that I once weighed over 200 pounds should not be underestimated. I have never shared my weight with anyone but my doctor and Weight Watchers.

Wait, that's not true. I do recall that back in the mists of time I actually had a wall chart for tracking my weight the summer after my freshman year in college. I lost 20 pounds that summer and discovered, for the first time, the pleasure of not being self-conscious about my weight. That was the last time I was at all forthcoming about how much I weighed.

One can't attend a meeting every week for 22 months and not be affected. I have actually given up my habit of weighing myself every morning upon arising. I'm content to see what the scale says when I weigh-in before the meeting. And, as evidenced by this entry, I'm slowly becoming less self-conscious about the number itself.

Staying true to the dictum not to celebrate weight loss by eating, I'm going to treat myself to a Camelbak insulated water bottle. As the magic number neared, I thought about how to celebrate it and settled on the water bottle. And now I'm off to order one . . .