The Difference Between 2 and 3

So, if you’ve been reading this blog for awhile, you know that I’ve been going through a pretty big weight loss journey for the last 8 months or so. I moved out to Montana and started a new job way back in August. After being off-work for six months before that, spent mostly laying on a love seat and consuming my body weight in junk food, I weighed a ton. Not literally a ton, but close.

388 Pounds, the last time I weighed in.

After I started my new job, I started walking. Being out here where I ate real food and got some exercise didn’t take long to start having an impact on my body.

I very, very rapidly dropped size and weight. I didn’t weigh in at all between February (388) and October (340), so I don’t actually know how rapidly I lost weight. What I can say is that I very likely weighed more than that in July, and just didn’t want to let myself know it.

What I did know is that I had swollen up to more than a 56″ waist. I know that because I had a pair of pants I’d bought in April that were tight on me in July.

By October, I had to buy new pants. That felt pretty good.

Around January of this year, my weight loss hit a wall. I got stuck at about 305 lbs for a long time. My weight didn’t go back up, but it never really went down either. It was disheartening, but definitely normal.

Last week, I weighed in at 301 lbs.

That was some great news because I had gone so long without loosing any weight. It felt like a good sign. Spring had come, and I could start really building myself up again, working toward my goal. It was nice, but it wasn’t anything more than just a little boost.

This morning, I stepped on the scale for my weekly weigh-in… and just about did a dance.

299.1 lbs.

Now, I know that there isn’t a lot of difference between 301 and 299 lbs, but mentally, it is HUGE.

That little difference between 299 and 300 seemed so important, like before that number changed, I hadn’t really felt like I had lost that much weight. 85 pounds didn’t click as being that big a deal until the 3 turned into a 2. 10 inches around my waist didn’t mean anything, but now it does.

It’s insane what that mental switch is able to do, and now, now, I think I am ready to really hammer home again.

Because, damn it, I can do this, and I will be the sexiest bitch ever.