Alternate title “It’s about damn time!”
The moment I have waited for… for months, actually.
I am so proud to FINALLY shout:
I LOST 100.5 POUNDS!
I did it! All on my own- no help from a gym, a doctor, an instructor, just me setting my mind to it. I dieted, I ran, I walked, I did ab-exercises. I failed, I cried, I triumphed, I laughed. I skipped desserts, traded goodies for healthy choices.
I stared at the scale day after day, hoping to see a big change. Some days, the numbers made me holler for Terry to come and see, some days I sulked out of the bathroom.
Today, I looked at the scale and my mouth fell open. I called Terry in to show him. I couldn’t say much, but I whispered “I did it! I lost 100 pounds!” He hugged me and when he said “I’m so proud of you!”, I knew he meant it. He has watched me, encouraged me, lost weight with me.
Side note- Terry has lost 55 pounds in the time it took me to lose the first 75 (granted, he didn’t have as much to lose). I couldn’t ask for a more supportive and strong-willed husband. I hope he knows I’m as proud of him as he is of me :)
I wish I could show you before and after pictures, but I don’t have the patience to dig out the external hard drive and sift through photos for one of the rare photos of me at my heaviest weight. It’s better this way though :D
You all have reassured me when I was struggling, praised my progress, “walked” with me, pushed me the last mile of difficult runs, etc. Your help has done more for me than you can imagine. Thank you, thank you, thank you.