One thing I’ve learned about weight loss is that … it’s hard. Help is easier. I realize that it’s been a long time since I’ve blogged about my weight loss adventure so let me sum things up for you a bit… roller-coaster.

Since my last posting (months ago) I tried, fell off the wagon, tried again, fell off the wagon, cried out for help, and help arrived.  The greatest thing to happen to my weight loss journey in a long time: I hired a nutritional counselor.  She guides me, helps me with recipes, balanced meals, and proper snacks.  But the thing I needed most from her was accountability.  Obviously, I’m not good being accountable to myself.  And my family, while they aren’t unsupportive, they aren’t overly supportive either.  Bless them… they enable me to eat bad things.

I was determined for real change around mid-June and we had our first meeting about a week after that.  Some of the changes in my eating habits are small and some have been drastic.  All have been tolerable.  Since June 11th I have lost 16 pounds and 9 inches off my body.  Some of this loss happened thanks to a long bout of nasty bronchitis, but most of it I did through hard work and perseverance.

This has not been easy.  No lies here.  Sometimes I miss pasta, I miss brownies, I miss calorie-laden lattes from the coffee shop, I miss mashed potatoes, I miss cookies.  But I pause a moment and remember that I don’t miss 16 pounds, I don’t miss 9 inches, I don’t miss being tired, I don’t miss having less energy… and in the end I don’t actually miss those foods.

There’s more to getting healthy than changing the way you eat.  You also have to change the way you think.  My clothes didn’t get too big, I got too small.  This isn’t a diet, this is a new life.  I don’t want to be skinny, I want to be healthy.  I’m not going to do it… I am succeeding. 

Have you struggled with weight loss?  Have you found success? What was the turning point for you?