Well, I finally did it. I hit the triple digits in my weight loss, and as of last week, I have lost a total of 101 pounds (so far).
My journey of 100 pounds has not been easy, glamorous, or fun. It has not been sexy, simple, or without frustrations. It HAS, however, managed to be both the hardest and the best thing I have ever done. It has been rewarding, painful, and sweaty. It has been happy, hard, and, at times, (seemingly) impossible. But I’ve done it.
I’ve read and seen so many stories of people who have successfully lost weight. My heart used to be filled with pure envy, as I hated being fat, but never had the tenacity or willpower to ever do much about it. I never had the drive to do what those people had done. My desire to keep my unhealthy habits far outweighed my desire to change, so I didn’t.
Most people had an awakening, a moment or incident that finally propelled them to change their life. For my fiancé Jerry, it was a heart attack scare that pushed him to lose 200 pounds. I didn’t have that life altering event. I never had doctors tell me to lose weight, though I knew I should. One day, out of nowhere, I just decided I was done. I was done hating my body. I was done shopping in plus size stores. I was done being depressed, miserable, unhealthy, unattractive. Basically, I was done hating me. I knew the first, the ONLY step I needed to take was to lose the weight that had been holding me back. So, one day, I decided that was that. I no longer gorged on food, and I spent my mornings at the gym instead of on the couch.
I’ve had plenty of setbacks and roadbumps. I’ve had days where I’ve felt like giving up. But these past 13 months have taught me that I am capable of doing anything I dream of. I never knew that before. I’ve still got work to do and a long road ahead of me until I get to where I want to be, but I finally know I’ll get there.