Let me give you the state of the union, Skinny Bitch edition.
It’s February 16th, 2026. Seven weeks since I started this thing on New Year’s Eve, doing wall pushups in my living room and pretending that was a workout. Here’s where every number stands right now.
The Big Numbers #
Weight: 231.0 lbs (BMI 32.2, still Obese Class I, but moving)
- Down 13.3 lbs from my starting weight of 244.3
- Down 18.0 lbs from my peak of 249.0 (post-Cancun bloat)
- 16 lbs away from exiting the Obese category at 215
Exercise Streak #2: Day 37
- Started January 11th after Streak #1 ended at 12 days
- 41% of the way to my 90-day goal
- Almost entirely bedtime yoga, with some walks, a yoga class, and even a swim mixed in
Soda-Free: Day 64
- Started December 15th, 2025
- Over 9 weeks without a single Diet Coke
- Honestly don’t miss it anymore
What’s Different Now #
Seven weeks ago, I couldn’t do a pushup. I was drinking Diet Coke like water. I was eating whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted, and the scale was creeping toward 250 without me paying attention.
Now I have a system. It’s not perfect. It’s not even close to perfect. But it exists, and it works.
Every morning: two scoops of protein powder in coffee, plus a Clif Bar. That’s 71 grams of protein before 9 AM. Every night: 15 to 20 minutes of Yoga with Adriene before bed. Every meal: logged, estimated, tracked. Calories, protein, fiber, all of it.
The protein system works. I’m hitting 140 to 160+ grams almost every day, sometimes wildly overshooting it (there was a 290-gram day that involved a lot of shrimp and protein powder). The calorie system is improving, fewer big overage days, more days landing close to 1,800. The fiber system is, well, still a work in progress. But I’m aware of it, and awareness is the first step.
The Honest Assessment #
Let me be real about the things that aren’t going great.
I still go over on calories. Restaurant meals, date nights, weekends with the family, these are calorie wrecking balls. I’ve had days where I went 1,700+ calories over target. A bottle of wine, a plate of pasta, some buffalo wings that Claude told me were 600 calories but turned out to be 2,400 (that’s a story for another day). The calorie target is more of a guideline than a rule right now.
Fiber is my nemesis. I’ve hit my fiber target exactly twice in 37 days. Twice. The protein powder doesn’t have any, the Clif Bar only has 5 grams, and I’m not eating enough vegetables to make up the difference. I know the solution is more beans, more broccoli, more soup. I just haven’t made it automatic yet.
The scale doesn’t always cooperate. I’ve had weigh-ins where the number went up, where it plateaued, where it fluctuated by 2+ pounds between measurements. The trend is clearly down, but day-to-day weight tracking is an exercise in emotional regulation.
What Is Going Right #
The streak is real. 37 consecutive days of exercise. Not “I meant to exercise” days or “I walked to the fridge” days. Thirty-seven days where I intentionally moved my body for at least 15 minutes. Bedtime yoga made this sustainable in a way that 5 AM workouts never could.
The weight loss is real. 18 pounds from peak, 13.3 from start. At roughly 1.9 lbs per week, I’m actually losing faster than the conservative estimate of 0.8 lbs per week. If this pace continues, I’m projected to be around 224 to 228 lbs by my birthday on March 7th.
The soda is gone. 64 days, and it’s not even a temptation anymore. This was supposed to be the hard part, and it turned out to be the easiest change I made.
I show up. That’s the thing I’m most proud of. There have been sick days, travel days, late nights, early mornings, days where I didn’t want to exercise at all. And every single one of those days, I rolled out the mat and did the yoga. Not because I’m some discipline machine. Because the streak is more important than how I feel in any given moment.
Looking Ahead #
The 90-day streak goal means I need to keep this going until April 10th. That’s 53 more days. I’ll hit it halfway at Day 45 in about a week. By then I should be somewhere around 228 to 230 lbs.
The next weight milestone is 215, where I exit the Obese category. At my current rate, that’s sometime this summer. I’ll be honest, that feels far away. But it also felt far away seven weeks ago when I was at 244, and now I’m 16 pounds closer.
The plan doesn’t change. Show up. Track everything. Protein powder in coffee. Yoga before bed. Try to eat more fiber (seriously, more fiber). Don’t break the streak.
Everyone is a skinny bitch. Some of us are just a little further from the finish line. But we’re moving.
231 lbs and counting down.