In the 10 months since I've been there, I've lost 1.5 pounds. I'm not sure everyone understood my victory war whoop, since I was prepared to have gained up to 10. So only 100 or so more to go. :)
I'm being very public about it right now because I want to put myself out there. There's so much that's happened in the last few months to make this seem less like a want and more of a need.
My mother dies of a heart attack.
I hurt my ankle fairly severely--which might not have happened had I been more agile and light on my feet.
We're trying to eat more healthy food at home, to deal with one of John's medical issues.
It's just all coming together. It's the right thing to do and the right time to do it. My sister and I are both doing it, so we'll egg and encourage each other.