It started with a challenge.
It continues as a lifestyle.
As of this afternoon, 349 days after I weighed 282.4 pounds, 646 days since I weighed 301 pounds, I have reached the ultimate milestone.
My weight begins with the number 1.
In less than a year’s time, the New Me Journey is complete.
When I stepped on the scale today and saw what it said, I had to take a step back for a second. There’s no way it was right.
So I stepped on it once more. The number stayed the same.
I gave it another try, just to make sure it was accurate.
Third reading … no change at 199.2 pounds.
I’ve done it.
[This is my column in the Dec. 1 issue of The Commercial Review.]
“You’re addicted,” he said to me, as we stood in the produce section of a local grocery store.
His statement didn’t spark a verbal response; just a smile and a little bit of a blush.
“You’ll start trying something new for more of a challenge,” he continued.
I couldn’t bring myself to agree with him at that moment. But of all people, he knows what he’s talking about.
An avid runner himself, Donald Gillespie has watched the progress I’ve made over the course of the last 11 months.
There was once a time I wouldn’t dare run on a treadmill, let alone run on the streets of Portland and in multiple 5K races.
But I just can’t let go of that one word Donald said to me on Monday.
“Running from the past, toward a better future … one step at a time.” – me
On the last day of August, I wrote that I had reached a milestone of hitting the 60-pound mark for total weight lost.
Here I am, with 30 days later, with more good news:
Chalk up another 10 pounds.
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.
Now that things have for the most part slowed down at work, I can return to writing in this blog.
I had written in a previous post that it was sometime in March when I visually saw for the first time that my body was changing.
Sure, by then I had already tightened my belt a notch or two, but I never paid much attention to what my body actually looked like.
I happened to catch out of the corner of my eye my profile reflecting back at me in my bedroom mirror.
It confirmed what the extra notch on my belt had suggested, I was getting thinner.