Soooo, it's been a while since I started this journey. It's been one year. A year since I stepped on that scale and saw that gods aweful number. 230 pounds. I needed to lose 100 pounds.
I looked like this.
And my BMI looked like this. A BMI of 40 or above is considered morbidly obese.
I was wearing size 3XL tops and had to squeeze into size 18 jeans. I was active, and Vegetarian, and had no idea how I'd allowed myself to get that big.
It's been a year. I've gone completely Vegan. My step count averages 15,000 steps a day. I am insanely busy and my calorie count is stupid low.
I have officially lost 35 pounds in one year. I sit at 195 pounds. I fit comfortably in size 16 jeans, my tops are now XL.
Now, I look like this.
That's the same duster, the sleeves won't stay rolled up, they're too big. 馃挏馃挏馃挏
And my BMI looks like this.
Still obese, still at higher risk for health complications. But no longer morbidly so.
I can jog a block now, without dying. I had to run three blocks to chase down a bus that tried to leave me behind last week. I caught it!!!!
I don't feel different, unless I do something like run, I'm always surprised that I can. My feet are still in a lot of pain.
But, and this is a big one. I'm under 200 pounds. And there is no fucking way I'm going back. I still have 65 pounds to lose. Do you have any idea how much easier 65 pounds sounds than 100?!
35 pounds! That's huge! That's a freaking 5-year-old child!
So here's to sticking with it. Here's to another year and another leg of my journey.
Love you guys.
Chase your dreams. Never let them go. Make 2019 your bitch.
