Lady Magenta *Update* I am no longer lonely here, now I feel I belong

I have lost 30 lbs in 75 days. The scale showed 318 lbs today in the morning. I started at 348 in September.

I don't even know if weight loss is the most important achievement right now. So much has changed. It seems it finally 'clicked', and I am in command of the food I eat. Perhaps I finally understood that food is fuel, not entertainment (even though I find trying new recipes wildly entertaining).

- My glucose in the morning is now between 80-85. I am no longer pre-diabetic.
- My blood pressure was 123-86 today. Taking blood pressure meds is off the table.
- I can breathe easier.
- I have cut out added sugar completely and it seems to work the same way it did when I quit smoking. After two weeks of yelling voices in my head, that demanded sweets the same way they demanded nicotine, the voices stopped whispering "sweet nothings" in my ears, and they got quieter.
- I am mercilessly sticking with my meal plan and have made myself the #1 priority for the first time in decades. I weigh and log everything.

I was always searching for the secret supplement, the magic recipe that would help me lose weight. I even considered appetite suppressants and other pills they make advertisements for. None of it is needed. It's all me. I had it in me all this time. I am so glad I said "NO" when my doctor recommended Ozempic.

But most importantly, I had a fall, and I fell hard. Right after my 61st birthday, the day after I stumbled over a carpet corner, fell forward on my left knee, and landed face down on the rug. Alone at home, I knew I had to get up quickly. I held onto the buffet next to me, put some weight on my right leg, and pulled myself up. From there I hopped to the next chair. My knee had taken a beating. That night I ended up in the emergency room. It's a deep bruise (bone and muscle) but nothing is broken.

I could get up. That feels like a miracle. Any person who is my size and my age fears falling, because we fear we can't get up. It takes strength to lift all the weight, but I did it.

Forced to spend the last eight days in a recliner with my bruised leg and knee, I stuck with my diet.

I need to correct myself here, I am not on a diet. I have changed my lifestyle.
Today in the morning I felt steady enough to step on the scale and I have lost now 30 pounds. There was a birthday, a cake, a fall, a shot of Whiskey, and a bottle of sparkling wine, and it all fit wonderfully in my daily meal plan.

I am in charge! Onward we go!

(And I don't feel alone here anymore.) I have gotten so many friend requests after my first post (I had lost 20 pounds in size week and I had never felt more lonely).

Now I feel I belong here at MFP. I am part of a large group of people who want to be healthier.

It's not possible to update or contact all my friends and so, now bursting with confidence, I am thinking about founding a group here. "Determined Ladies on a Mission" or something like it. (Maybe determined Losers on a Mission?)