I have more than one goal, but my primary goal from day ONE was: not be obese. I've lost 30, have 9 more to go and by all the BMI chards, I will still be overweight, but not obese!

It would be awesome to get to my "ideal" weight, but I'll settle for about 10 pounds over.

What impelled me to get serious and start to lose? I'd like to say something Hallmark-ish, wanting to see my great-grandchildren or God doesn't want me to be fat (both of which are true). But two things motivated me:

I heard on the scanner (not the first time) the EMTs requesting a "lift assist" from the fire department. I imagined myself falling, and everyone in town with a scanner hearing the dispatcher say, "xxx Ambulance is requesting a lift assist at (my address) for a 62 year old woman who has fallen." The listeners can add their own "because she's too fat for two people to lift."

The other motivation was imagining myself in a wheelchair, too heavy to transfer myself, too heavy for an aide to transfer me, and ending up in a nursing home so they could hoist me around with the crane.