This past week marks six months since I got really serious about my weight loss and getting in shape. The past two months have been frustrating, going from 3-5 pounds a week to about 1. I am hanging in there though, and I refuse to give up. I met with my nutritionist this week and she says that I am ahead of my goal, being 120 pounds in 18 months. I have lost 58 pounds in the past 6 months. It is unbelievable to me how much better I feel. Kirsten can sit next to me in the recliner now. I can ride my bike. I can jump on the trampoline with my kids. I can practice ballet with Kirsten. I can chase Katie around the park. I no longer need the seat belt extender on an airplane. I can get up off the floor by myself. I do not have to shop plus sizes any more. My complexion is clearing up. My hypoglycemic blood sugar problems are resolving. My depression is improving. AND I now run for 45 minutes, 4 times a week, lift weight 3 times a week, and do yoga 3 times a week. I seriously feel the best that I ever have in my life. I feel like I am getting my life back. Like I am breaking free of this monster and becoming myself again. I could never do this without the support of my amazing husband and the rest of my family.
I put together a collage of pictures from Day 1, Two Weeks, Three Months, and Six Months. I am glad that I am having Jeremy take these. They keep me motivated on the hard days and help me to realize that I am making a difference each and every day.