Sometimes incredible things happen
At this moment six months ago I was being admitted to the hospital. I was sleeved and awake and my blood pressure was spiking out of control. No one knew why. We will never know. But, I was sleeved.
At the beginning of this month, I was four pounds away from losing 100 pounds from my all time highest known weight before I joined Weigh****chers for the last time. I knew I could drop that four pounds by my six month anniversary. It was in the bag. And then...a stall. I stall all the time. It's no big deal, I decided to jump start it by upping my water. Nothing. Then I added pilates 2x a week to the mix...still sitting teatering. Monday morning I weighed myself and was at 178 - two pounds away from the milestone. I made peace with it. It's not going to happen. I'll be close. Close is great. 98 pounds is amazing. I'll take it.
This morning I stepped on the scale expecting to see that number again. But, low and behold, it read 176 - 100 pounds less than a number I'd seen so many times before. I did it. Down 100. The last 36 pounds aren't going to be easy. I have to work for them now. That's okay. I know it will happen. This is a journey and getting there is part of the fun.
Aww, great post!! I hope to be as successful as you at 6 months! Keep up the great work
Congrats!
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WOW! A post like yours is the main reason that I scroll through the forum! Motivation, inspiration! My surgery is next week, on the 26th! Along with my nesting frenzy and gathering of post-op supplies, in moments of stillness comes nervousness and even thoughts of "What if there are complications?". I needed that inspiration - thank you!