As I stood in line at Weight Watchers tonight, I started mentally composing a post about the dreaded “P” word – “plateau” – and how I was going to try to stay positive, even though my weight loss had stalled. I mean, I felt tired and bloaty, and the scale at home didn’t seem to be moving much, and I just knew that it was going to be another teeny loss. So I handed over my Passport and stepped on the scales…

Me: WAIT. IS THAT A SEVEN? DID YOU JUST START WITH A SEVEN?
Weigher: Can you stay still please?
Me: OH MY GOD, IT’S A SEVEN. YOU’RE KIDDING ME!

It’s official, folks! It was the most beautiful seven in the world. It was Seven Costanza. It was amazing. And you know what the seven means? It means I have lost over twenty kilograms. (20.7 to be exact, which is about 45.5lbs.) I have left the eighties behind and I’m in the Land of Sevens. I still can’t really believe it. It hasn’t sunk in. After basically staying the same last week, I dropped 1.4kg this week. Who’s the Biggest Loser? Kris is the Biggest Loser!

After the meeting I talked with our new leader Barbara about setting my official goal weight. She recommends I set it for the top of my weight range – that’s 78kg; only 1.4kg to go til I’m not fat! – simply because as long as I stay under that number, I get my meetings for free. So once I hit 78, I’m starting the Maintenance phase. I can still keep on losing though; I’m thinking 75 looks like a nice round number. I just can’t believe it. One week before my 29th birthday… and somehow the future seems a lot brighter!