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Well, I sabotaged myself last night by making every excuse not to go to my weight watchers meeting. Yes, it was snowing, but the roads were certainly clear enough to go to the meeting and the temps were going up instead of down.

Why is it that we sabotage ourselves? I know that I can’t lose the weight or keep it off all by myself. I know that the journey is not as fun without brothers and sisters walking with me. We get this goal in mind but try and drudge up every reason why we can’t attain it. The definition of sabotage is to wreck or destroy a government. If we self-sabotage, we wreck and destroy our dreams for our lives. We can attain our goals. We don’t have to wreck our own dreams. I guess I just have to remember that nobody else is going to keep those 130lbs off of my body. It has to be me, I have to choose health. As with many things in life, we need to go after what we want. Climbing the obstacles, learning from our mistakes, stop making excuses, and going after the goal no matter what. After all, our goal is an important one. To create a happier and more fulfilling life by improving our health.

I am choosing health today. How about you?

Referenced from my run4change blog.

Here’s me, taken about a year ago or so, at about 300 pounds. I hated having my picture taken back then because I was, well, fat. My oldest son just happened to have a camera with him when he snuck this shot. I’m glad he did, too; I need a reminder somewhere about how I looked back then. I have no idea how many calories I took in each day, but it was a boat load. And I had the stomach and ass to show for it. No way I’m going back to that look again within my lifetime. Sadly, the Oregon State retro shirt headed for Goodwill after I lost all that weight last year, but that seems to have been the only casualty. I’m much happier where I’m at right now.

As you may or may not know, I’m back on WW after packing on a few pounds over the holidays. I’m on my third week now. Last Friday, I went to a great Mexican restaurant, and another evening my fiance and I enjoyed a really good bottle of red wine together. I’m not a bit regretful about either of those eating incidents. Moderation is the name of the game here, and I’m learning to balance enjoying food without constant overindulgence. So this week, I may not have lost much, and I may even have gone up and ounce or two. We’ll see how it goes. I’m just not worried about it. Weigh-in tonight, then off to a nice dinner with Susan sans kids.

What’s your fat story?