|Me and a Lifesize Cream Puff in August 2009. I had not yet learned about portion control.|
One year ago I dedicated myself to becoming a happier and healthier human being. I joined several of my co-workers in attending Weight Watchers At Work. Now a year later, I sit here about 60 pounds less (I honestly don't know since my scale died-- it's fluctuated between 60-70), and with an entirely different outlook on life. My original goal was to lose 30 by my 30th birthday and I blew that out of the water. Here are six things (one for every 10 pounds) me a year ago would've called you a liar for even suggesting:
6. That I'd be training and registered for a half marathon, find 5ks to be a light jog, and have climbed the US Bank Building and not died.
5. That I'd have tossed out half my closet since I'm wearing half the size I once busted out of, and no longer have "skinny" clothes in a wistful pile in the back. That I'd request a "small" when ordering race t-shirts. That I could walk into a fancy-schmansy boutique and try on stuff from the rack.
4. That I'd be the rejector more often than the rejectee. That I would no longer be the funny fat friend (well, I'm still funny, thank goodness, er, I hope). That my mojo is back.
3. That I wouldn't untag photos of myself on Facebook for looking like a moose. That people would see me after several months and not recognize me.
2. That I'd be inspiring others!
1. That I could openly admit and blog about my struggles and accomplishments.
|Happier to pose with a Goddess than a Cream Puff in August 2010.|