The results are in...

I've got a week under my belt and 3.5 lbs off of my belly. It feels great!  Although, I'm trying to keep my excitement in check.  I know this is just the start.  I've got more weight to lose than I ever have in my life, which feels daunting.  Plus, I know you always get a big kick in the beginning.  It's slogging through that middle time that's tough. Actually, for me, it's always the last 5-10 pounds where I give up.  I think I'm afraid that once the weight "to do" is off my plate, I won't know what to do with myself.

I had an interesting conversation with my life coach, Amy, yesterday about what my weight is costing me. Aside from a way to beat myself up (and at one time in my life romance), I don't think I've seriously considered the costs.  The health one doesn't really resonate for me because I've never been so heavy for that to really factor in.  Plus, I've always been younger. The one thing that really hit me was when she asked me how many hours a week I spend thinking/obsessing/dealing with my weight. I came up with five.  When you multiply that by my hourly professional rate, I'm losing $500 a week because I'm fat.  That's more than $25,000 a year.  Holy crap!  I could totally use that money.  

So, I've got a new motivation now.  Add that to not wanting to scar my daughter with my food challenges and that's a pretty compelling reason to succeed this time.