That’s right, friends.
It’s finally here.
1 full year of blood, sweat, and tears (okay, mostly tears.)
365 days of blogging my heart, soul, and weight almost every day.
Happy blogiversary to me!
Those of you who aren’t related to me, did you ever get a chance to read the first post? If not, you should take a gander. In case you hadn’t heard, I’ve kinda made some progress.
I was 246 pounds and counting, on the wrong kind of path. I have never considered myself to be a strong person, but somehow, some way I pressed publish in tears, not really believing that this would last any longer than the last failed diet attempt.
And yet here I stand (er, sit? Type?) 56 pounds lighter and more committed than ever.
It’s a good day.
And even though the journey hasn’t always been roses and multi-pound weigh-ins, even though it isn’t over yet, I am so, so grateful for undertaking this, and so proud of myself for coming this far.
And to show myself exactly how far I have come not only physically, but emotionally as well, I have done the unthinkable. The unimaginable. I have posted my “real” progress pictures on the blog to horrify and astound. Please be aware, these are pictures of me in a bikini at various weights, so they may be potentially NSFW. For that, and for other (obvious) reasons, don’t say I didn’t warn you. Click here to
throw up observe.
No, seriously though. I can’t even imagine having the hutzpah to post what I’ve posted today a year ago. Hell, I couldn’t have posted it five years ago! Had I not come down this road, I don’t think I’d ever have had the nerve to post anything close to it. But if there’s one thing that this past year has taught me, it is how to be brave.
I guess I really am growing up. Heh.
Thank you. I really couldn’t have done this without you.