Today is the final day—tomorrow I weigh in, and unless I sleep walk and gorge in the middle of the night, I am set to hit my weight goal of 140. All together, I will have lost 50 pounds or so in less than a year.
It’s been an emotional day. On one hand I’ve been full of plans. Beginning tomorrow I want to run six miles again. I plan to do my usual three in the morning and hope for another three in late afternoon. I will fuel myself with a Caribbean Stuffed Sweet Potato topped with Cafe Bienville’s hand rubbed, slow cooked pork, a side Sunsations salad, fresh cooked beignets and a caramel mocha. Then back to limiting sugar (but not the rest!).
Last year if I could have looked into a crystal ball I would not have believed what I saw. The old me could barely walk a mile, let alone run six. I was always tired and run down feeling. Many times, as I saw the pounds melting off, I felt like somehow none of it was real. Perhaps I had gone delusional and only thought I was losing weight… but the scale doesn’t lie.
Someone asked me the other day how it felt to be such a different person and I didn’t really know how to respond. I’m not a different person. If anything, I feel more like myself. The weight stripped away to show the real me inside. Many times during the past year I felt like I was digging my way out of myself to freedom. I am the same person I was. I am more of that person.
And with that… see you in the morning 🙂