It started with a
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.
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.
[This doubles as my column in the May 19 issue of The Commercial Review. I’ve added some more at the end to update since the column was published.]
For a vast majority of my life, the extent to which I ran took place on a softball diamond.
It was generally from one base to the next, maybe even two at a time. If I was lucky, I may even be able to run three bases.
And, if my teammates hit it far enough, I could circumnavigate the infield without fear of being tagged out and greet the guy at home plate with a high five for allowing me to strut around the base paths.
In short, I’m not a runner.
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