I squeaked in under 200 this morning! 199.6, thank you very much. Whew! I was getting worried that I was going to stall out at 201 forever, but nope, it happened. That also puts me about three pounds above "overweight" BMI, which will be another big milestone. After obsessing about it for so long, I felt like there should have been a balloon drop in the bathroom when it happened, but apparently my husband had not arranged for that. Was a marching band too much to ask? I got a high five, which is OK, I guess.
I spent some quality time at my storage unit this weekend, sifting through the detritus of my nomadic lifestyle, getting ready for another move. I had several boxes of clothes to look through - some of them easy discards (stuff I wore last year, obviously too big now), some of them potential rescues. There was actually stuff in there that I shipped halfway across the world because I could not bear to give it up even though it was too small for me a couple of years ago. Let's focus on that for a moment, shall we? I was so in denial of how big I was getting that it was easier for my ego to pack them up and send them to the other side of the world in a container ship "for later" than to face the face the fact that I couldn't fit into them anymore. Nice work, brain. You are so good at rationalizing
I was sad to say goodbye to a few of the things, but honestly, it felt so good to be getting rid of them because they were too big that I wasn't that bothered. I'm usually pretty level headed about getting rid of stuff I don't use, but clothing that has become too small is apparently my weak point (You'll ignore the self-evident logic gap here in my claim to be good at getting rid of stuff and my admission that I have a storage unit full of things I haven't used in two years. To be fair, I have been "traveling" for the last year, and I never did really settle down enough in the US to actually get everything out of storage - that should have been a sign, I suppose) On the positive side, I did find several things that now fit that haven't in years, and they can tide me over for a few months, I hope.
This week, I haven't had any shakes or bars to get my protein up. OK, I had one shake, but I was at a hotel and there was nothing healthy for breakfast. I got so sick of them on vacation that I just don't find the idea of them appealing right now. I know I'll go back to them, particularly the shakes, but it's nice to know I can get my protein in without having to consume them. I've been relying pretty heavily on dairy (yogurt and cheese and cottage cheese) to boost up the numbers every day, but I figure that's calcium so it's all right.
I've been for a few longish walks in the last week, and I have discovered that walking is OK even in hot weather and up hills if I am a lot less overweight. It's not totally exhausting! I don't get drenched in sweat! It doesn't feel like punishment! It's like I had totally forgotten that exercise, when you're thinner, actually feels good. When I'm thinner, I enjoy being active. When I am heavier, I do not. It sort of seems like a chicken and egg situation, but I do believe there's a bit stronger evidence behind exercise avoidance after weight gain than exercise avoidance therefore weight gain, at least in my case.
The paperwork for the move is all done and dusted, with a few remaining forms to be filled out for bringing the cat, which aren't terribly complicated. Yes, poor cat has to go on the plane. We have just a few loose ends to tie up before getting on the plane ourselves (sell the car), and just short of a month to get them done. I think we're ready. I've got a couple of likely gyms to check out in Muscat, as well as a GNC for my vitamins and protein stuff (thank goodness for globalization?). That said, there will be several months of above 100 degree temps in store for me when I arrive, so probably not a lot of long walks on the beach...