I was on an elliptical about one month ago and I had a weird moment...a kind of deja vu moment.
When I was much bigger I must have daydreamed a thousand times of getting fit and being thin.
I mean, I made a visual dream book of all the clothes I would wear.
I cut out pictures.
I tried visualization.
I would think about how life would be if I wasn't so big.
Things I would try....
How much freer I would be..
and I was on the elliptical and I looked down and realized I really have lost a crapload of weight.
I know that seems strange to say.
I mean, I see myself.
I see the number on the scale...But I have been focusing for so long on going forward...or moving downward that the numbers didn't really register.
Maybe some one else who has lost lots of weight can chime in here.
It didn't seem real.
It's almost like a name tag someone affixes to your chest.
When you are in the process of losing...none of the labels have any meaning.
Like driving cross country.
It's not where you are from and it isn't your destination...It's just a blip on the map.
It didn't really sink in.
Until I was on the elliptical and it dawned on me that I really am a size 10.
I have focused so hard on the next number down that I haven't really taken time to realize that I am at a size I would have ripped my right arm off for two years ago.
I did it...
I didn't just dream it.
I did it.
And I did it by doing it day in and day out.
I debated on whether to leave a link to this comedy sketch because the end of it is so offensive...but if you click off with 30 seconds or so remaining...the rest is completely true.
Eat less, move more and do it daily.
I did a 5 mile hike today...it was too pretty to go to the gym.
But I will be going tomorrow because I need to do weights.
Have a great night guys.