My Victory March
Monday, February 29, 2016
Tomorrow marks the beginning of March, 2016. March 10 marks what is technically (on paper, anyway), my 10-year wedding anniversary. March 28 is the day I'm set to visit Divorce Court to finalize the paperwork on that marriage that really ended back in 2013. (Don't worry! It's a mutually agreed-upon, amicable, good thing that has only taken this long to finallize due to finances and paperwork.) It also marks the deadline for me, the day I want to be able to say that I hit the weight goal I set way back in early 2014.
I'm not sure why I want March 28 to be the deadline, but with the long-awaited closure on the marriage looming and the moving on that will happen as a result, it seems like as good a day as any to be that "finish line" kind of day. I have 9 pounds to lose, and after losing 165 already, it seems like that should be easily accomplishable, but I'm actually a bit worried that I might not lose those 9 pounds in March. My 2015 was difficult, particularly in the latter quarter of it, and when we lost my father very unexpectedly, that was the starting point for a bunch of yo-yo-ing on the scales. Those funeral foods and emotions-driven binges were followed by all the culinary comforts of the holidays, and so the few remaining pounds that should have come off in those three or four months just didn't. In fact, I found a few I thought I'd gotten rid of. On November 11, I weighed 162 pounds. We found my deceased father on November 14, and from there, my weight bounced back up, somewhere between 7 and 10 pounds of gain, over November, December, and early January. I had to make up a little ground, and at my Wednesday weigh-in last week, I was down to exactly 164.
I am feeling better now, though, maybe more motivated than ever to hit that "finish line," (which is not really a finish line as much as a "moving into maintenance" line). Our daddy was overweight and died of a heart attack, and I don't want that to be me; I loved my dad dearly and know he loved us just as much, but I also love my daughter and don't want her to ever experience finding me on the bathroom floor, deceased on my 67th birthday. Not only that, but one of the last conversations I had with my dad was him encouraging me to get the divorce resolved so I could move past it. I realize Divorce Court is no reason to celebrate for most people, but for me, March 28 marks the jumping of a hurdle that has been hanging over me, and I'm hoping to be at my goal weight when I make that jump. May March be the month of my victory over weight - emotional and physical alike - because I'm just tired of carrying unnecessary, extra baggage!