I did it! I DID IT!!! I finally met my weight loss goal and I feel great! I look fantastic! All of my numbers are so good that my doc took me off most of my meds. Hubs and I are having the best sex we've ever had - even better than when we were dating! I sleep good. I run! I can keep up with my granddaughters! I can climb up the 11 flights of stairs to get to my office without feeling like I need oxygen! I was able to go shopping for new clothes in the petite department. What gorgeous clothes! I can wear high heels again and a dress! I haven't been there in years! I feel so pretty and feminine. I'm so excited I could climb to the top of the mountain and shout it to the world!
I AM FABULOUS!
OK. Not really, but I wanted to say it once anyway and let myself imagine for one beautiful moment that it was true. There are times it feels like this journey will never end and I'll never be there. I take those baby steps forward and get knocked one giant leap back. It's tiring and I feel like my goal is so far out of reach I'll never be able to make it in this lifetime. Five years ago I made it this far and I don't know why I stopped or what happened. I finally reached that elusive 218 last week only to weigh in at 220 this morning. My back still hurts and I am so very tired of planning and shopping and prepping and logging. I want pizza, root beer, and vanilla ice cream on top of a brownie with chocolate syrup on top or a banana split. MMMMMMMMMMMM I haven't had one of those in years. What a fun dessert to share with someone you love. Another fantasy though. No ice cream or pizza for me with my cholesterol numbers.