after nearly 8 months, i finally reached my goal yesterday.
i lost 60 pounds.
it's really hard for me to believe that i did it. i know that keeping healthy will be something i have to chose to do everyday, forever, but it feels like a million bucks to be here; at the end of one part and at the start of another. the losing is done, and the living is here. this is a new version of me and i'm outta-control-excited to feel good and be moving forward.
what's most crazy about the last 8 months is not what i lost, but what i learned. it's pretty crazy that something like weight loss reminded me to have hope. to keep trying. to be proud of myself.
my advice, if you have ever said to your self 'i could never do it' about anything, not just losing weight, is to stop. take it back. nobody ever said that anything in life would be easy, but if it's worth it, do it anyway. sweat your way through the hard part and reach your goal.
i'll keep sweating (and cursing) my way through the hard stuff, because on the other side of struggle is a renewed sense of purpose. who knew?!
if the proof is in the pudding, then here's dessert. this is me the weekend before i started to lose the poundage. and here's me yesterday in my new dress that i bought in celebration of reaching my goal.
cheers!
