Weighing in.

I am weighing in for the last time.... until my birthday. I gave myself a goal of being done with losing weight on March 31st. After struggling with some health issues since the beginning of January, I don't think it is completely fair that I have to quit without hitting my goal of 50 pounds lost. I mean, come on, it's the tag line of my blog. Good grief.


To switch things up and make it interesting, I decided to keep going but to stop weighing myself every week. Truthfully, the scale has been mean, yet honest, over the past 3 months. Reminding me on a regular basis that healthy weight loss is a lifestyle and a journey of ups and downs. The number it flashes does not represent who I am, my worth, or the end-all-be-all. It's a tool.


I had an amazing opportunity to sit with a room full of inspiring women for 4 weeks listening to our pastor's wife talk about God, food, and our body image issues. You would think at this point of the game, I would know all there is to know about struggling with disordered eating, what God has to say about making flood an idol, and how we should all embrace our unique shapes. But, I don't. And I am grateful to be part of a community of girls who are broken and beautiful just like me. (I will share some nuggets of truth from that class in the next few weeks.)


So, where am I going with this? I may have just confused you. I am ditching the scale for 83 days. I weighed in this morning at:

On the morning of my 30th birthday, I will power up the wii and weigh myself. I hope that 155 will flash up on that screen (hitting 50lbs lost is on my list), or at least something close to it. Whatever that number is, I'm done. I will take it at what it is and stop living my life obsessed with a silly number.


The plan: eat healthy, eat mindfully, give this disorder to God, exercise on a daily basis, be thankful for this broken mess of a body, and stop hiding behind all the excuses.


I am EXCITED people. Truly exited.


Will you join me?