I'm amazed at how far I've come

It hit me today how far I've really come from even just six months ago. Yeah, I've lost some weight, but it's so much more than that.

I started off this year just wanting to drop those last 20 pounds. So I joined a gym and started running on the treadmills. At first, I could only run two minutes at a time. I'm now running 3 miles at a stretch. I ran my first 5K in May, and even finished with a respectable time. I even joined a running club with people at work. I've also started spin class, which I totally love. And I joined a women's hockey team, even though I had never played before in my life. I could barely skate at the evaluation. Tonight someone made a comment about how much better I've gotten. My husband and I joined a softball team too, although we haven't played our first game yet. And I'm playing golf too. I've become (dare I say it), an athlete. An actual athlete who joins teams and plays sports and competes against other athletes. It's crazy. I used to be terrified of engaging with strangers... but every small success has just made the next time that much easier.

What's even stranger is how little I really care about the last few pounds I have to go until I reach my goal. I mean, yeah, it would be great to say that I've finally reached 130 pounds, but not nearly as great as it's going to feel when I finish my next 5K, or when I score my first goal, or when I actually catch a fly ball, or hit that golf ball all the way from the tee to the green on a par three. It's like my focus has shifted from what my body looks like to what it can do. And man, can it do a lot! And I'm not even close to realizing my full potential either. I'll keep working at this, long after I reach that goal, because I'll always want to be stronger, faster, better at all these new found loves.