I’m really not even sure how to start this.
There’s so many emotions going through my head right now.
It’s been eight months.
For eight long months, I’ve pushed myself to become a better person.
For eight long months, I’ve changed my eating habits.
For eight long months, I’ve challenged myself physically.
And for eight long months, I’ve been challenged mentally.
Eight months after I truly began this New Me Journey, I’ve passed many milestones along the way.
I had it in my mind for the better part of a month that I wanted to run a half marathon.
I just didn’t tell too many people.
A few days ago, though, I wrote a column about it, setting my goal for the Indy Mini on May 6 in Indianapolis.
I’m giving myself more than enough time to train for it, given the race is nine months away. I want to work my way up to being able to run 13.1 miles. I know physically it will be a challenge, but also mentally as well.
What a whirlwind it’s been.
When I started his journey Jan. 1, I had one goal in mind, one that I had nonchalantly been chasing and hoping to reach for almost two years.
That goal: to reach 230 pounds.
Now, nearly seven months ago I was just north of 281 pounds, so I knew it would take a lot of work to lose 51.
Early on the weight kept falling off. I surpassed 270, then 260. Before I knew it I got below 254, which was the lowest my weight I had been in my adult life.
At that pace (albeit I had some bad days here and there, I still do) I figured reaching 230 would be no problem.