Celebrate with me, now: this day is many months in coming. I’m now 62.2 pounds down!

I’ve lost a 62 pound Griffon!

My last low on the scale was in November of 2014; and I have finally not only exceeded that low… but hit a new ‘decade’. And I am thrilled to death! Not only did I beat my previous low, I jumped right over it with an incredible 5.4 pound loss this week, which is unprecedented.

On Facebook, you should be seeing my shiny new profile pic, and that’s a very long time in coming — the old one was a year old with just the loss number updated.

I believe I’ve already mentioned this, but before I headed off to vacation, my hope for success was running pretty low, although I’d done a fair amount of analysis and had a pretty good idea where the trouble was.

The thing is, there have been literally dozens of times where I thought I’d found that missing piece, so I wasn’t in a real hurry to find more windmills to tilt at. I relaxed on vacation (despite illness) and came back, went through the photos, and figured I should jump on my own personal Rocinante, and tilt at just one more.

I came back from vacation and started, again, around June 22, at 23.4 pounds above my low of 58.4 pounds down. I felt absolutely miserable about it, but decided to try a change in hopes of doing some actual repairs to my medical conditions.

I immediately lost around 10 pounds that first week, and have lost steadily since then (not 10 pounds, but ANY loss, for me, is monumental!). I was encouraged, but told myself that I wouldn’t consider this change a success until I busted through my low; a tall task, considering how slowly I’ve lost weight previously. Heck, I’m only a month away from two years on this journey, and until today’s official weigh-in, had only lost 58.4 pounds — most in the first year. And here I was, gaining, while still paying attention to my diet.

But when you lose heart — even if you don’t totally cliff dive off your diet into a sea of Cheetos and beer — you’re still not inclined to try your hardest. I was slipping far too much.

Back to the point: I’ve not only met that low (early in the week!), I’ve exceeded it. And I feel confident in saying that at least for now, I’ve found a crucial key I’d been missing — and it’s helped me regain control over my body. I cannot begin to explain how incredibly thankful I am for having taken one more step, against the odds, and finding that it works.

As my body changes, I expect I’ll have to push through and use other methods, but for now? I’ve got a lot to celebrate — and not just weight loss, but I’ll get to that in another blog post. 😉