When I was younger (before 8 for sure) I was always super tall and super thin. I had a hard time finding clothes because I was so petite. Jump to medical issues and puberty I was obese and that turned into morbid obesity. At the highest weight I EVER saw on the scale (although I'm sure it probably got higher at some point) I was 298 lbs. I wanted to die, I went so far as to tell my husband if I ever saw a 3 in front of that scale... that was it.
This whole process started 8+ years ago with simple changes like no corn syrup and trying to get as non processed as possible. I've tried a lot of different "diets" from raw veganism to keto and all the way around. It's crazy to think about the process. After many failed attempts, injuries, and heartbreaks (not to mention quitting smoking!) I've gotten into a routine.
This morning I weighed in at 199.3lbs. I honestly cannot remember the last time my weight started with a 1, probably around puberty. I am turning 29 in 3 weeks time. My hips have gone from almost 60inches to 43 inches this morning and my waist is down to 38 inches.
I dunno why I'm sharing this. I cried this morning on the scale. I cried because I was happy but I also cried because I was sad. My husband had to fly out yesterday (military) and I was so angry it didn't happen yesterday. Of course I took photos I just wish he could have seen. He'll say things to me like "you're looking thin in the face" and I'll jokingly argue with him although I am finally starting to see it. I still have at least 60lbs before I'm at what I'd consider acceptable and I know i'll get there in due time. I know I'll have loose skin (I already have a good bit) and who knows if I'll have any boobs left by then LOL, but I'd rather be a flat chested flying squirrel than be 298lbs again.
