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.
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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