I’m… speechless, right now. I mean, this hasn’t even fully sunk in yet.
If you recall, I had to go and get a new scale on Saturday. When I stepped on that scale, it read 323.4 lbs, which had me down as having gained weight. That fact really didn’t demoralize me, because it was a new scale. I was ready to chalk that apparent gain up to a difference in the new scale, and move on with life. But then, out of curiosity, I stepped on it this morning.
It read 319.0 pounds. Twice, because I didn’t actually believe what I read the first time. But it said it again: 319.0 pounds.
I… I don’t know if that image quite does my emotions justice right now. I’ve lost one hundred pounds. I don’t even know that I’m processing that yet. One hundred pounds, in 236 days. It just doesn’t seem… real, you know? Back in July, when I started doing this, losing even twenty pounds felt like an impossible goal. A hundred pounds seemed… unreal. And the two hundred pounds I needed to lose? Utterly ridiculous.
And yet, I’m halfway there. One hundred pounds down, and one hundred left to go. If I can keep this pace up, I could be done by Thanksgiving. Well, done with the weight loss aspect of this journey at least. Because this is never actually going to be done – once I’ve hit my final goal, then the next step will be to stay there. Because I have no desire to have to do this all over again.
Still, one hundred pounds!