I'm trying very hard not to panic.
I started this post on March 2. As in, I typed in the title and a different first line and then I saved a draft. At the time, "146" was the number on the scale. The weight that bumps me into an "overweight" BMI. The weight at which I really start to see it and feel it. Long past the weight at which my cute winter clothes from LAST YEAR stopped fitting. The cute clothes I didn't get to wear this year after my late summer/fall eat-through-the-stress-a-thon.
This week the scale says 147.5.
I knew there was a problem, and I gained a pound and a half. And I know my body. This isn't I-stepped-on-the-scale-one-day and it said 147.5 and I'm freaking out. I am solidly up to 147.5. More of my clothes don't fit, and I've suddenly got this tummy-sticking-out thing I don't feel like I've ever had before, even the couple times in my life that I've gone over 150.
Metabolism change.
Holy shit.
And I'm trying really hard not to panic because I know how to be healthy. I've already been taking steps this year, and the biggest one, I feel, is that I've SERIOUSLY got to start exercising more. Doing more cardio. Especially since I don't feel like hard-core dieting right now.
But I stopped obviously overeating and I started doing some cardio and I still gained a pound and a half.
Don't panic!
I am CLINGING to the fact that I received Just Dance 3 for the Wii from Nintendo last week, and I love it, and I've been dancing my ass off with it since the day it walked in the door. (Note: I received this for free because I'm a Nintendo Brand Ambassador.)
I am CLINGING to the fact that I live close enough to work to bike and I have a nice bike and I WILL start biking to work once a week. I'm actually HAPPY that I am going to get my car air conditioning fixed in April and that that is going to put me in a position where I have to pop the cherry of biking to work for the first time.
I am CLINGING to the fact that I feel strong and healthy and am able to exercise and buy good healthy food. I know that's important, and I'm thankful for that.
A small, odd consolation I've noticed: Now that my fat is all pooling in my tummy, butt, and thighs, I don't have back fat. Weird, but I'll take it. I wish I got more consolation out of bigger breasts, but really, they just stretch out all my bras so that I'll have to buy all new ones again when I lose the weight. And good bras are expensive. Sigh.
So. 147.5. The new line. The last line.
I will figure this out. I can do this.
But for now, here's what 146 looked like:
If despite my best efforts I hit 148, I'll give you the side view.
In the meantime, if I say I don't want desert, I DON'T WANT DESERT.
Breathing, breathing...



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