Remember earlier this year when I went to a health fair and got to take a picture with a model of fat that represented how much weight I had lost at that point? To refresh your memory…
Well imagine THREE of those babies NOW because after slowly inching my way there, I finally hit the -30lb mark! When trying to Google a picture of what 30lbs of fat would represent, the best I could come up with was this picture:
I’m not sure if you noticed or not…but this didn’t even go up to 30lbs! I guess it’s just that dang much. But seriously look at that 20lb fat blob. My mind is blown.
What does this mean for me? This means I’m the lightest I’ve been in more than three years. This means I’m lighter than I was at my oldest cousin’s wedding in 2010.
This means that I’m 10lbs away from my high school weight that I remember during junior/senior year!
This also means, at least to me, that ANYTHING is possible. Since I gained so much weight (predominately my senior year of college when I went through a semi-traumatic experience), I’ve always teetered between a certain number and always had trouble getting past it. I probably lost 50lbs the amount of times I went back and forth and back and forth losing to that number, then gained, and then lost again. But now? Now I’m 10 lbs LESS than that evil number that seemed to road block me.
Which means I can lose 10 more.
I know it’s not all about the numbers. Trust me. I definitely get that, and first and foremost, this journey has been all about the healthy lifestyle from juicing to exercising to experimenting in the kitchen.
But let’s be honest here, people. Carrying around this much weight in your midsection is NOT healthy. It increases my risk for diseases while also decreasing my chances at fertility (though that’s not something I’m worried about yet).
And get this. Even though I’m now 30lbs lighter and a whole lot healthier, according to BMI charts (while they aren’t the most reliable source of health, I know) I am still technically OBESE.
Not “over weight.” Obese. I rarely ever bring up the whole BMI thing (not only because it’s not widely accepted as a reliable health measure) because I HATE even thinking about how I technically have the label of “obese.” After all, I always viewed myself as “not that bad.”
But “not that bad” to me was OBESE according to medical charts. And obese on medical charts meant all those risk factors you never dream of affecting you could actually possibly be a real thing.
But they won’t be for me.
And now, even 30lbs lighter— I’m 1.8 percentage points away from entering the “over weight” column. But I’m still celebrating my progress and the good news is, I KNOW for a fact that losing those 1.8 percentage points is attainable. And then after that? I’ll lose the rest until I’m in that healthy column.
“Not that bad” is not good enough for me. I want to be the BEST I can be because I deserve it. Addison deserves a healthy wife. My future children deserve a healthy mother. My faith in God and Jesus has always told me I should use all my talents lest I waste them. Not being healthy is wasting my talents because it limits all the good I can do. There is SO much good I can do.
And it’s all attainable.
I’m not quite there yet. But I know I can do it. I know you can too. But today I’m going to do a little happy dance and celebrate this milestone because I seriously feel amazing. Don’t mind me as I do a mini “cheers to me” with my Shakeology this morning.
In case you don’t remember, here’s my before picture.