I can see the end of the first major leg of the race. My legs have just started to relax into the pace I set, and now my body is getting ready for the next big hill- a three-hundred-pound hill.
Almost one-and-a-quarter years it took to get here, but the fight isn't over yet- it's just the first lap, and I can see many hurdles ahead.
Imma nail those hurdles to the floor!
The next leg of this war against fat is approaching fast. I'm almost to my next goal- 300 pounds.
Getting into the 200's is going to be epic. I haven't been under the 3's in more years than I can count on one hand, with one to three fingers leftover on my other hand.
That's a long time to be this big.
I wish it wasn't so blasted cold outside- I want to go out for walks regularly now! There's more than fifty pounds of 'insulation' gone from my body, and I feel the cold a bit more. Not that I'm a winter snowflake- I usually use my hot flashes to keep me warm- but the temps have plummeted into single digits, and that's only good if you're a husky or polar bear.
Which I ain't.
Some people are asking how I'm doing it. When I tell them, they look skeptical. It's hard to become a warrior, fighting your own body and bad habits. People want to change without effort. But I have to tell them this has to be the least amount of effort versus suffering that I've ever experienced!
Diets make you suffer. They do! It's all based on what you can't have. And we all know that in society today, that makes a lot of people rebel. They want what they want when they want it...now. So instead, they go for the fast and furious ways- starving themselves or eating foods they hate for the quick short-term loss, being miserable for the entire time they're dieting.
And making everyone else want to become a hermit to avoid you.
IFing gives you choices. Oh sure, you can eat that entire bag of chips in the beginning, but when the window closes, you'll find yourself regretting not having that bowl of soup or that sandwich with the chips as a side. Perseverance proves fruitful, and though hunger happens, you know that when your window opens, you have the option of having that one thing you've been craving since your window closed the day before.
Options.
Adjustments.
You eat what you like- not something someone else tells you to have.
You're in control.
No guilt because you start fresh the next day.
And each day gives a bit more incentive to sharpen your sword to fight fat a little better.
I never thought that perseverance would also mean freedom. Forgive the pun, but that's huge.
And by the time I'm done, fat won't mess with me again!
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