So I know that in the fall, I wasn't too thrilled with my weight at the time (was 152 then, if I remember correctly). Went without weighing for a while, because I didn't want to face the scale. Distracted myself with life, didn't think about it for a while.
Mom watches a lot of reality tv, chief series among them being the Biggest Loser series. I've watched a few episodes with her from time to time, and it's really interesting to watch.
She and I watched an older episode last night, and the opening for each series usually includes the starting weigh-in, to see where the people start out. For some, it was like facing doom--for others, it was facing their truth. A reality check, to let them know where they were.
As I said to mom, watching that, it was basically like once you learned where you started, the healing could begin (or in the case of our favorite trainer, "beatings beatings beatings beatings"). The people found their starting points and began to work through to their goals.
Tonight, because we were talking and I was curious, I went to go face the scale, face the music, and finally weigh myself. Last time I did that, I was 152 and a bit annoyed.
The scale read 172. This is my reality check that I need to work on things.
Now that I know where I am, my healing needs to begin. Winter isn't a very good time to start, sadly, especially with a snowstorm coming in (again), but I have work tomorrow and then I can come home and hop on my exercise bike. I have to start somewhere.
I'm not angry, I'm not upset, I'm surprised. I'm now determined. I can't believe it got this bad.
Now is the time to fix this, one day at a time. No more waiting, no more excuses, no more distractions.
Wish me luck, folks. It'll be a long haul.