100 Pounds

July 2018 I weighed 340+ pounds. Then my life fell apart.

The first thing I found any control over was my weight. I started to lose weight slowly and steadily.

My goal was 250 pounds.

I hit my goal early in the fall of 2019.

I weigh myself every Monday at work on the same scale at almost the same time.

I continued the practice because I don’t want to gain any weight.

I really only paid attention to not going over 250#. I really didn’t notice continued to loose.

I didn’t notice so much that when I hit 240# this Monday it didn’t register in my consciousness.

Tuesday morning I got to my office and took off my coat. I hiked up my size 18 pants and grumbled to myself because the were sliding down (two weeks ago they fit perfectly)

As I looked at my calendar (where I record my weekly weight) my jaw dropped.

That is when I realized it. I lost 100 pounds!!!!

Coulda knocked me over with a feather!

It wasn’t a goal. It is just a fact.

But I’m sure as fuk gonna celebrate the fact.

I will continue on as I have been. I have no goal. I just eat right. Portion control. And exercise. If I keep losing weight. I do. If I stay here. I do.

I feel great. I’m not afraid to break a chair. I feel quite sexy at times. Not all the time… more goes into feeling sexy than just a skinny body. But it does feel good.

So, YAY ME! I lost 100 pounds!