Time of my Life

I don't know about any of you but my whole "good eating" plan went right out the window when the holidays showed up. I think I had a weeks worth of calories at the company holiday party alone.

I had been slightly scared of the scale considering my binge eating for weeks on end and my complete lack of motivation to hit the gym. Finally, while in Florida on vacation, I got up the courage to step on a scale.

Now, prior to my lapse of self control I weighed in at 177 lbs. By no means is that thin but I had managed to lose something like 8 lbs and I was damn proud of myself.

While standing in my grandmother's bathroom in Brooksville, FL and feeling pretty good about myself and my little vacation to a place where it never drops below 50 degrees I decided to step on the scale. It wouldn't have been so traumatic had the scale been a normal one. Rather, because my grandmother is in her mid 70s and can't see a traffic signal from a block away her scale has abnormally large numbers. So, when that 5 inch tall 186 came spinning into the little display window I almost fell over. I think 186 lbs is the most I've ever weighed. 186 LBS!!! That's only 14 lbs shy of 200! I'm 5 feet 7 inches tall!!

I guess the fact that my grandmother is a banquet chef and made us Eggs Benedict every morning for breakfast wasn't helping my fat situation. Nor the fact that I had TWO servings of it for breakfast.

Jesus, you all must think I want to die in my thirties.

Well, since my shocking weight discovery and our return from FL I've once again regained control of my stuffing-food-in-face addiction and have gotten back down to 178 lbs.

Now to just get to a normal BMI.