Holding Strong

I joined MFP on April 1st (the fool part was not doing it sooner) and weight prior to joining was 317 lbs. By April 16, I'd lost 5 lbs. At my weigh-in on May 2nd, I'd gained back 0.6 lbs, putting
at 312.6. I weighed myself tonight again and I'm still at 312.6.

I could be upset that, in two weeks, I haven't lost any weight, but I'm making a choice not to be. For someone of my pumpkin-like stature, holding steady/not gaining is a victory in itself. Don't
misunderstand me--I'm not thrilled, but I'm not going to beat myself up over it. Instead of being upset, I made better choices tonight about my food and beverages.

My honey, who is only slightly overweight, was looking at a BMI chart and said "man, if I ever hit 250 pounds, that's it. There will be some major changes There's no way I'll allow myself to go any higher than that." I did my best not to be hurt by that, since I'm 62 pounds over his limit.

He didn't realize that, to someone who is emotionally sensitive anyway and off her anxiety/depression medication, that what he said could be taken as "you were lazy and allowed this to happen. Your weight is beyond unacceptable." That's not what he said or
what he meant, but that's how my wacky brain wanted to take it. Thank goodness, on this occasion, logic won out over emotional irrationality.

I'm holding strong on my weight and I'm emotionally stronger than I thought I'd be in the situation with my honey. I'd say that's not a bad place to be for now.