Sometimes, it's easy to forget why I even started on this whole weight loss journey to begin with.
Making healthy choices, going to the gym, reading nutrition labels – all of that's come second-nature now that more than a year has passed. But the last few months still haven't been exactly stellar, as I've maintained for several months and still have 20 pounds to go before my doctor will say I'm finally "healthy." (I must admit, it didn't help that I found the most perfect cookie recipe ever to exist a few months ago, and my friends request them on the regular. How can I say no to those?)
But I got good news this past week. Each year we have health screenings at work, and you have to pass four big tests: you must abstain from smoking/using nicotine, your cholesterol must be good, you have to have good blood pressure and your BMI must be 28.5 or below.
I don't smoke, I have yet to get my cholesterol results back (but it was good last year, so here's hoping) and my blood pressure was good.
Even better – my BMI was right at 28.
I've never gotten that achievement on these tests; in fact, I've never been told I'm below a 30. Granted, I'm not out of the woods: the handy-dandy sheet the nurse gave me said there are three levels of BMI: "not much risk," "caution needed" and "danger! you are at risk!" and right now I'm right at "caution needed." Hey, it's better than where I was two years ago – closer to 40 – and better than the 30 I got last year.
Assuming my cholesterol comes back fine, I'll have passed all four tests. Huzzah!