That’s how long I’ve been maintaining my weight… and don’t think for even a second of that time that it hasn’t been a choice. Every moment of the way, I had to make choices of what I was going to do… whether good or bad.
A lot has happened to me in these months. Good, encouraging and exciting things that have left me excited to continue in my weight loss journey (like my trainer giving me a follow-up on how much muscle I was actually gaining while working with him!) and then there were the bad, take the steam out of anything in life events that happened — things that during the end of May and all of June left me gaining weight like it was my business.
Through all of this, I have overcome these obstacles… I have jumped through the hoops… I have scaled the walls… and I am still here. I am better for it.
But every step of the way it was a choice. A choice of how I was going to react to certain situations. A choice of what to eat. A choice on how and when to exercise. A choice in everything.
I know that I will continue to face these choices every day, hour, minute, and even second sometimes. But I know one thing right now. I love how I feel about myself. I love how I feel alive. And I love how no one can take this accomplishment away from me.