So when I started my transformation I weighed 311 pounds. That was May. This morning when I stepped on the scale I was down to 274. The thing is, I had hoped I would miraculously feel better, no pain and not like I was going to have a heart attack at any minute. I had wanted to get to 140 but now loosing that magic 10% is where my head is at. I am going to go 10% at a time until I decide it’s enough. I started walking and eating “healthy” last week. I went out most days for 30 minutes. Today I did 35. I am still snacking way too much but it is totally a bored thing.
I still can’t breath. I know I need to see a doctor. Pretty positive the old BP is high but I am kind of afraid to go. Stupid, I know.
Well, I’m at least looking forward to my walk tomorrow (OK total lie) but thinking about getting to 249 really energized me for my stroll today.