Goal Weight

“If you can't do it, give up!” Sigmund Freud

You haven't heard me writing much about trying to lose weight anymore.  That was because, after I gave up counting calories for the holidays, I gave up.  New Years rolled around, and everyone around me on Facebook and on Pinterest was eagerly making new workout routines and making new efforts, and I thought about how I had spent the best part of last year trying to make changes in my life, and had lost a grand total of ten pounds.  In a year.

So I stopped stepping on the scale, stopped tracking calories and exercise, and decided that a year's worth of effort was not worth a measly ten pounds.  In other words, I quit.  Not righteously, not hopefully, just sick and tired of the whole process and how it made me feel.

Then two things happened, by no virtue of my own.  I got a really awful overnight stomach flu, and I got my thyroid medication checked, and consequently got the dosage upped.  Somehow, between the two of those, I reached my goal weight, quite by accident.  I am now not what my doctor terms 'obese' anymore (although I think BMI is kind of a crock); the best part for me is being able to fit back into a size smaller jeans than I could before I got pregnant.  That's enough for me.

I am not a thin person, it is just not my destiny.  I have a slow metabolism and I'm a good cook, it's not a great combination.  But here I am, at the weight I wanted to be, and it took one year of hard work, and two months of good luck, to get here.  I am content.