Chapter 8: Going Home

February passed and March began.  I was still motivated and was still doing great with my Lifestyle Change Plan and my workout.  I was going to the gym several times a week and I was eating three meals a day and snacking in between, which is suggested by all nutrition experts.  My metabolism had finally kicked in.  I was very excited.  My clothes started to get a little bit bigger,  but I couldn't really tell.  I had always bought clothes that were about a size to small just because I was now in the biggest size in any regular store and I told myself I would never shop in a "Fat Store".  So my clothes were no longer squeezing the life out of me, but they were actually fitting comfortably.  I kept working out, eating healthy and taking the stairs (ten flights to my dorm was crazy, but I was willing to do it).

The third week of March was Spring Break.  I was excited to be going home, but also very nervous.  I had not weighed since Christmas and the scale read 290.  I had also not seen anyone back home since then.  What if they didn't notice?  Or even worse, what if I had only lost like five or ten pounds?  I was worried that it would discourage me and I would be devastated.  I knew how I would react.  I would be upset, cry and then I would quit trying.  I was scared to death. 

I got in the car and made the six hour drive home.  I got there and my dad was the only one there.  It was my sister's birthday so my mom had taken her and some friends out to the movies.  I walked through the door and the first thing my dad did, other than hug me, was compliment my weight.  My insides finally eased up and I let out a sigh of relief.  He noticed, which means I've obviously lost some weight.  But then again, he knew that I'd been working out, so maybe he was just trying to encourage me.  The only way to tell was the weigh myself.  The scale never lies.