Another (Goal) Bites the Dust

It’s been two years in the making and I am proud to announce that today another goal bites the dust.

In June 2011, I began a weight loss journey that’s had it’s ups and downs (but far from my yo-yo dieting days of the past). Starting at a 287 pounds (sadly, only a ‘lil more than 30 pounds over my high school graduation weight), I knew there were changes to be made.

So, I met up with the Corporate Dietitian at a “10 in 10” class, aiming to lose 10 pounds in 10 weeks. That was in June 2011. In the 10 weeks, I changed my outlook on food and dropped about 16 pounds. I wasn’t dedicated to exercise, but I was dedicated to eating healthy. In the months that followed, I maintained the loss. After seeing a photo of me at my cousin’s wedding, I knew that it was time to get back to business and I started a monthly 1:1 check in process.

Now, 20 months later, I am proud to say that I have completely changed my life. I have ran a 5k walk, completed a 7-mile mud obstacle run (twice), ran an official 5k, ran the Pittsburgh Half Marathon, ran a Foam 5k. I’ve shared with you my joys when I dropped 50 pounds (about 13 months ago). When I hit onederland. And now today, I am proud to say it…

I have officially lost 100 pounds!

100 pounds weight lost

If you want to be technical, 101.6 pounds. And I want to keep going, not to meet some societal standard but because I want to keep improving my health and tone my body (I am hiding some ferocious skin flab). And I am not afraid to show you my official weigh-in, broken toe and all (oh, you missed that? I broke my toe in the Half and ran around on it the last 7 weeks without knowing, oops).

185 pounds

Yeah, I know 185.4 is still a bit of a weight, but I continue to work and find meaning in every day, something I am not totally sure I was able to do 100 pounds ago. Excuse me, 101.6 pounds ago. I can get out of bed, run 3 miles, and not feel like death. I ran 13.1, who am I kidding? I am a new me, and I am so glad that I am doing this not only for me but for my ‘lil Burghers, my babies who need their Mama (and Daddy!) in their lives, being the best we can be.

Some days I do not see much difference, but in my heart of hearts, I know this is a new me. Thank you all for your constant encouragement and love. Can’t wait to tell you again that another goal bites the dust. Now, where’s my next tattoo, Billy Hill?