This picture was taken today at 163 pounds. I've "released" 22 pounds so far. I try not to say "lost" because I would prefer that those pounds don't come looking for me just thinking they've been misplaced. So instead they have been released in hopes to never return. I have 18 more pounds to go to reach my goal of 145. I was a mere 105 pounds when I got married and I have no desire to be that thin again even though I was still shapely at that weight. I chose 145 pounds as my goal because I think it's a healthy weight for my age and when I go to the doctors office and step on those awful scales I don't want to be standing there as the nurse humors me by starting out at the lower weight and I have to watch her slide it all the way up before she has to move the big weight up another notch and start over. It's humiliating! Last time I just told her "No honey...you need to start and the 150 and go from there. I haven't seen the 100 in a real long time."
I'm going to be honest and tell you I don't eat healthy foods, frankly because I don't like most all of them. Salads are beautiful! Love to make them, but will NOT eat them. Gross! Life is too short not to enjoy good food, so I eat whatever I want, only smaller portions. I don't feel like I'm depriving myself, which only makes me grouchy anyways. I still have a pepsi every once in a while for the same reason. I know I couldn't do this whole thing without exercise because the icky before picture is no exercise. So in 18 more pounds I hope not to jiggle anywhere and for my thighs not to touch and for my tummy to be flat! I will post another update once I get there.