Wow, I started to track my weight in June of 2009!
I've been fairly consistent in tracking my weight in and out of season. As I reflect, it's profound to me how much weight I move without very much effort. Droping or gaining 15 to 20 lbs. is nothing for me.
2013 was a huge year for us all. Primarily, this is the year that Debra fought cancer (and won) and I fought weight as a way to cope; and, was fairly successful. At the same time, it's probably the most frustrating. I remember the promises that I made to myself and the goals that I set, and after 5 years, I can look back and see that I didn't meet most of those goals. (not forgetting the marathon of course)
2016 would be the last time I would see under 260. I know that I reflected on the August pattern last year so no need to repeat it here.
While I met a few financial goals in 2017, I just couldn't meet my physical goals and break the 271 barrier. 2017's weight-gain would set a profound pattern for 2018.
In 2018, I got complaicent. This is the first year that I've been above 320 lbs. and spent most of the year at or near that level (a height of 327 lbs.); and I've managed. "Managed" is a big word. I've managed some physical limitations, managed limits on my personal activities and managed restrictions in some fairly private aspects of my life. Fearfully, this complaincy has made me casual with my health. I'm not suicidal but I'm not fearful of the risks either.
In 2018, I thank the Lord for allowing me to enjoy so many wonderful activities. While complaincy was not a great friend, I was introdcued to joy who came along side and ensured a memorable year.