OK, I'm back.
I had a very stressful December and totally bailed out on any weightloss. And I hardly worked out at all. So of course I gained even more weight than I'm already up.
I've decided that 2007 was a lost year when it came to weightloss, but a majorly found year when it came to myself. My weight wasn’t stopping me from doing things I wanted to do, but it's stopping myself from being comfortable in my own skin. And at 234, this isn't some esoteric thing. My pants are tight. My cute clothes that I went out and bought 20 pounds ago aren't so cute. I have a few outfits I can wear to work.
Oh, how I hate new year's resolutions, but I might as well jump on the bandwagon, chop this up into workable pieces, and get back to work. I'm going to take an "agile" approach, set a short term-goal, evaluate what it took to get to it, and then re-evaluate when I get there.
No timeline, just a goal. Just back to 218, my pre-Sammy pregnancy weight, the place where I started to get out of control.