Monday, July 15, 2013
Well, I've done it. I've lost 70 pounds. I started this journey at 245 pounds. Today, I stand at 174.8. It has taken me four years but I have lost 70 pounds.
What does it mean to have lost 70 pounds? On the one hand it's just weight. On the other, it's so much bigger than that. 70 pounds is roughly the weight of my 8 year old nephew. 70 pounds was holding me back.
70 pounds ago I had plantar fasciatis, unbearable acid reflux and knee pain. 70 pounds ago, I worried that no one wanted to sit down next to me on the bus for fear that I would squish them. 70 pounds ago I could not wear high heels for more than an hour at a time. I was ashamed of my appearance on a daily basis. What's worse, I felt certain that I could not change, that I would lose my struggle with my weight, that I would some day die as a result of it.
Losing weight is not easy. Keeping it off is harder. But it is so worth it.
I have another 20 pounds to go before I get to my goal. I have traveled so far already and sometimes the road seems just too long. I want to just have a seat and rest.
But I won't quit. I can't. I know how much there is at stake. My ultimate goal is still ahead and I will achieve it.