Losing Something, Just Not Weight

Since 2005 I embarked on a journey to lose 100lbs. I can't believe it's been almost six years and I still haven't reached that goal. I spent a long time lingering around the 85 lbs weight loss mark and at times thought that perhaps that's just where my body was most comfortable. But, my goal was 100 lbs and I didn't have a set date on how long it would take me to get there, I just knew one day I wanted to say, "I lost 100 lbs."

I have a pair of size 22 pants that I keep in my closet as a constant reminder of where I don't want to be. And once I got out of having a number two as the first number in my pant size, I vowed never to go back. This picture is me at 253lbs. My starting weight.



I started taking photo's documenting my weight loss and then I hit a plateau and stopped wanting to see how much I wasn't losing. This picture is me with my size 22 pants and at about the 80lbs weight loss mark.
A few months ago when my doctor told me I need to lose the rest of the weight running a 5k became my goal. My first 5k is quickly approaching and I am excited and nervous about how I will do. I have been trying my best to think positive about the time goal I have set in my head and I think I can do it, I just am going to have to push through the pain of this ankle injury I sustained when the treadmill decided to pull me under.

I think having goals during weight loss, no matter how big or small, keeps you motivated and gets you inching toward where you want to be. I hope soon I will be able to declare a 100 lbs weight loss. But, for now I will just run on the treadmill hoping all that flab and fat will somehow melt away in a reasonable amount of time. I will also wish that while that flab and fat are melting away that holding my "core tight" will give me the stomach I so wish I had.

Today's gym goal: attempt to run an entire mile without stopping to walk for longer than a minute. I think I can. I think I can. I think I can.