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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.

Published by M.A. Brotherton

M.A. Brotherton is a writer, blogger, artist, and fat-kid from the suburbs of Kansas City, Missouri. He’s tasted a little bit of everything the Midwest has to offer, ranging from meth-tweaking rednecks in massive underground cave complexes to those legendary amber waves of grain. When he’s not writing, he spends most of his time screwing around on the internet.

One thought on “The Difference Between 2 and 3”

  1. Linda Knoles says:

    Yay, Matt!

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