Ash Thoreau

Big news arrived yesterday: my insurance will cover Zepbound until June of next year. After that, the coverage ends. With a clear timeline, it’s time to set a solid goal and push myself harder than ever.

I’ve decided I want to lose a minimum of 2 pounds a week. That adds up to 64 pounds by the end of this journey—enough to land me just within the “normal” BMI range and far beyond my pre-pregnancy weight (which was my original target). But now, I’m thinking, why stop there?

Losing 64 pounds would be life-changing. I haven’t seen numbers like that since high school. Sure, it’s ambitious, but for the first time in a long time, I feel incredibly motivated. I may not hit it exactly, but I’m determined to get as close as possible.

Now, Saturdays are usually my rest days. My husband’s home, my toddler’s bouncing around, and my anxiety tends to spike. I often can’t even finish my walk. But today, I weighed in and saw that I was just 0.2 lbs away from my weekly 2-pound goal. Despite already being ahead thanks to last week’s progress, I knew I had to get up and walk. Why not keep that extra momentum going, just in case I hit a plateau later?

On a lighter note, I’ve got a new feathered friend—a blue jay—hanging out at my squirrel feeder, and I love watching him. After a couple of hours spent winterizing the patio and moving my camera for a better view, I’m hoping to catch some great shots of my visitor. All in all, not a bad day.