I was hoping to make this one little goal by the day I turned 30. It totally didn't happen on my birthday....
But honestly who really cares as long as I actually made it, right?
I have literally had a BMI in the overweight category (or above) for over half my life.
I am thrilled to tell you that it stopped yesterday.
I'm officially, one hundred percent in the "normal" weight range for my height!
In other words.....that puts my weight (finally) in the 140's. Oh, my goodness, y'all! I cannot describe the joy of typing that out here!
I honestly never thought I would see 140-anything for the rest of my life. I have not been in the 140's since getting my learner's permit at 15. Long ago, I kinda accepted the fact that my body just wouldn't be there again. Now I'm discovering I can reach goals I never even knew I might have.
I woke my husband up early yesterday morning squealing! Then I looked down at my body and realized something.... I'm getting close to stopping. I really wanted to see 100 pounds gone, but I don't think it's going to look right on me. I carry my weight extremely well, so 17.5 more pounds may be pushing a little too far.
I would absolutely love to see the 130's, but it may take forever to get there. Even though they're smaller, I kinda like the curves I have now. I can see maybe toning up two areas and that's it.
I've had three family members approach me in the last two months about my weight loss. They are getting concerned about me continuing to lose weight. I can understand where they're coming from. None of them have seen me at this weight as an adult. They are used to me being as a bigger girl. I've had the word "anorexic" thrown out there now.
I'm not anorexic. I am barely in a normal range for my height. No, you cannot count my ribs. But you can see my hips bones. I still have my post-baby "pooch". It's getting a heck of a lot smaller, but there's still a little bit there. No, I am not comfortable with it. I evicted that child four and a half years ago. Wishing I could maybe evict the pooch as well. Ha!
No, I don't starve myself. I eat....and I actually eat the things I want. I tend to lose weight better if I eat clean. But sometimes Mexican food is clearly calling my name. Actually, I don't think anorexic people go within a 20 mile radius of the Mexican places....
So....today is a day of celebration! I hit the 140's and got "normal" (Ha!!!!) while still living my life! And I'm learning to accept me for me. I've got stretch marks from Caleb....and a little pooch.....but I'm totally, one hundred percent me.