My life in the fat lane

In February of this year, Matt (my husband) told me that he wanted to lose weight. Although he originally wanted to do an Atkins plan, I convinced him that we should do Weight Watchers together. No meetings, just all online, and we would encourage each other along the way. So far this year, I've lost 50 lbs. Yup, 50 lbs. But the fact of the matter is, I could probably stand to lose another 50.

I've never been a small person. Seeing pictures of me growing up, I was always the chunky kid, pretty much after the age of 6. I'm not really too sure how that happened. We never ate fast food. But in my culture, food=love. Of course, now my dad and all of his siblings are diabetic. So there you go.

Remarkably, losing 50 lbs has actually been easier than I thought it would, although there are some days that I want to have a large steak and creamed spinach and a Caesar salad and that yummy dessert. And some days, as Emma can attest, I do. But I've completely changed my everyday eating habits. If I know I'm eating that steak, I'll balance it out with a small lunch. And while I've always been a vegetable eater, I'm less likely to saute things in butter than I was before (actually, I can't remember the last time I sauteed something in butter).

What has been scary about losing weight is that I'm moving out of the "women's sizes" and into the "misses" sizes. Why is that scary? Well, when you've spent your entire adult life as a plus sizer, you kind of feel like a charlatan shopping for clothes in the "regular" section. But I have to admit, the clothes are cheaper and the variety is larger, so I don't feel too bad about having to drop a bunch of money every few months for a new wardrobe.

My goal is to lose another 50 lbs by the June 2007. Let's see if I can do it.