I’ll preface this by saying, apparently I have a lot to say lately as I seem to be on quite a streak. We seem to all agree that my life insurance medical exam was just a little bit bizarre. And let’s be serious. It was.
But, besides life insurance rates, there was another good thing to come out of that visit. Because that forced-march onto the scale showed me that I have officially lost 70 pounds from my highest weight.
Five years ago, when I started my weight loss journey and started to learn what it looked like to be healthy, this is the goal weight I targeted. I had no idea what that would actually look like, what it would mean, or if it would even be reachable!
About 10 pounds (and two years) ago, I decided that I was at a weight I was happy with. And by that, I mean that it was a healthy weight for my body size and I was at peace with the person in the mirror. I was comfortably maintaining my weight, eating well, working out and being able to do all three of those things without worrying about disturbing the balance!
That doesn’t mean that the last 10 pounds came off by accident, because there are no accidents with weight loss. It’s not that I have been trying to lose weight, but my life (not shockingly) has continued to change.
What has changed? I haven’t run or trained for a marathon in the last 19 months. Even though marathon training is easily one of the best things I have ever done in my life, when I marathon train, I gain weight and I gain muscle. I would do it again in a heartbeat, but that’s just the reality. I have (tragically) stopped drinking beer because it hasn’t been sitting well. I’ll still go for it from time to time but it simply isn’t appealing. I’ve continued to get better about balancing my frosting and sprinkles with my normal meals. I finally have actual, honest-to-God hunger cues. Crazy, right?
I remember when I was in the middle of the real, hard, work of losing weight and I would read all of these articles and stories about the person I would become. How I would feel, what I would be able to do without worrying about all of the weight coming back, what I would actually want to do. And here I am, living it.
This is normal.