The incredible shrinking woman
This picture of me was taken in August of last year:
Two days later I walked into my gym for the first time, so nervous I almost had a panic attack in the waiting room. My trainer took me into his office, closed the door, and had me step on the scale. I weighed 254 lbs.
This is me last night. I had my one year weigh in at the gym this morning and. . .
. . . drumroll please . . .
I weigh 155 lbs!
That’s 99 lbs in one year!
Nate took this picture of me last August when we were at the Oregon coast. I’ve donated almost all my old clothes to thrift stores, but I did keep the outfit I’m wearing.
The pants fit a bit differently now.
There’s a saying people you want to punch in the face would say: Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels. It’s a horrible thing to say for many reasons, but in a sense it’s been true for me. Before I started this thing, this new direction for myself, I was not a happy girl. Severe depression, anxiety, extreme mood swings – these were all a regular part of my life. I suffered. I isolated myself, pretended my weight wasn’t that big of an issue while at the same time had health problems that pointed to something not good in my future, and my relationship with my husband was crumbling. The things he put up with from me . . .
Today, I am happy. For years I’ve had doctors tell me that if I lost weight my mental health would likely improve, and they were right. Oh my, how they were right. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so confident, so able, in my entire life. And, I have to admit, it’s really fun to walk into any store in the mall and know I can find clothes that fit.
On my first day at the gym my trainer took my measurements.
My bust was 46″. It’s now 37″.
My arms were 15″. Now they’re 11″.
My hips were 55″. Now they’re 42″.
And I wore size 22 pants. Now I wear an 8.
I love that girl in the first picture. I might not fit into her clothes anymore, but I am so proud to be her. She walked into that gym, where she was sure she had no business being, where she was sure everyone was going to make fun of her behind her back, and said enough. She’s lifted literally tons of weight in the last year, walked who knows how many miles, and has completely changed her eating habits.
I am not done. I’d like to lose another size, maybe two. By this time next year I not only want to be in maintenance mode, but hope to have taken up running and completed my first 5k.
This has been the best year of my life. So many of you have left me comments or sent messages of encouragement on Ravelry, and I can’t begin to tell you how much it has meant. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for sharing this special time with me.