IF FOUND, DO NOT RETURN.
Yesterday I stepped onto the scale and discovered I had zipped right past the 100-pounds-lost mark by about a pound and a half! I would have liked to have written this yesterday but I was stuck in jury duty for the day, and by the time I got home I was too wiped out to bother. So I’m writing it today, having bumped back just above that mark thanks to daily fluctuations. But I’m totally still counting it. It’s taken not quite two years (22.5 months… ish) and it has been quite the journey.
According to this website, I have lost the equivalent of approximately 20 chihuahuas, 1/10th of a grand piano, 30 human brains, 1/45th of a giraffe, 1/60th of a blue whale’s tongue, or 200 hamsters.
It’s taken almost exactly four months to get here from my 95 lb milestone back in October. Of course, there was Halloween, Thanksgiving, a week and a half long Disneyland birthday trip, Christmas, New Year’s Eve/Day, an orchestra cycle, and generally the month of January trying to kill me. (Ok, January wasn’t really trying to kill me. It just felt like it at times.)
That’s not to say my body wasn’t changing during all that time. I just recently bought my first – ever, probably – size 30 jeans. Me! 30! And I’m generally fitting nicely into size medium or small shirts, depending on style and brand.
This also means I’m roughly 5 pounds away from Ultimate Goal Weight. My annual physical exam will be at the end of March, and I’m hoping to be at UGW and starting to learn maintenance by then. Of course, the body will do what the body will do, so we’ll see what we see when we get there. At the very least, I sure hope these last five pounds don’t take another four months!