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The Magical 25

Is it just me, or does life seem to seep out in pieces? Even when we seem to be blindsided by news or events, they still often crept up on us in a slow, steady pattern. (The surprise, I think, is usually the result of our own blissful ignorance.)

It's a bit surprising to me what can happen when you have way too much spare time and take up a running habit. Perhaps none of you are as surprised as I was this week when it finally dawned on me that I am finally near the end of a fourteen-year weight loss journey. Twenty-five pounds to go.

25 pounds. Fifty-three pounds ago, this moment seemed so far away. I used to resent seeing articles in magazines talking about the last 25 or 10 pounds. I could never seem to get there, no matter how many carbs I cut or hours I spent on the elliptical.

This time, without even realizing how my body has been changing and eating a steady diet of convenience food (Boca Burgers are the most amazing product ever created!), the pounds have seemed to almost run away.

I'll be honest, I still look in the mirror and see the very same body there that stared back at me as a size 20. In my eyes, there is no difference between the almost 10 that I see now. The only time I am even cognizant of the changes is when I try on clothes or compare pictures of myself.

It crept up on me, and here it is. I see the finish line, and I do believe I will finally cross it in February when I cross the finish line at Gasparilla. That celebration will be double sweet.

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Christy said…
Way to go!!!
Anonymous said…
It is usual reserve

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