I started writing this on 19 July, a couple of days ago, but I just didn't have the motivation to write on that day. Now it is the 21st and I am sitting on my sister's couch in Maine. I don't know what I weigh this morning, though given that yesterday was spent traveling and ended with some treats (this place called Wild Cow Creamery had a lemon ice cream with wild blueberries in it that I could not resist) but when I am doing what I can and I know when I get home I will be back on track.
So now we are 612 days out. When I first had a conversation with the bariatric surgery team at the hospital about a goal weight, I did not have one. My goal has always been to just feel better. But then I was filling out a medical form for Scouts and saw that the maximum weight for my height to do high adventure programs was 214. Well, that became my target. I dropped down to around 220 last year, but went back up to about 255-260 over the winter. I was discouraged, but I learned my food habits could be tied to neurodivergence. I sought assessment and, lo and behold, I have combined presentation ADHD. Since being on treatment I have been able to stay on track with things so much easier and as a result I lost all that I had regained, and then some.
We'll see what the results are when I get home from this jaunt to Maine, but I am not concerned. I know that I will get home and get right back to it. I have been continually putting in the work and the results are there.
This is just a short update on things, but I also want to say that there is no way I am stopping here. I hope to get below 200, though hovering around that mark is just fine for me. I am in the best shape of my life and I am still a work in progress.
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