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| On a work-out date night with my friend, Lindsey. |
I actually left the 200’s the week prior, but I didn’t want
to commit to it because I knew that I’d messed it up. I was certain. So, I braced myself, stood on the scale, and
to my complete surprise, I saw these numbers:
197.7
ONE HUNDRED ninety seven point
seven pounds…
I’m really not in the
200’s anymore… My weight really starts
with a 1… Can you even remember the last
time you were in the 1’s? The smallest
weight I can remember is 216. You are
really, really for real in the 1’s, Sarah.
You’re really still there. That
sounds… Normal…
Things are changing; so many things both in and out of my
control. And while there are many
different ways these things have manifested, I realized it all boils down to
this:
I am finally okay with being me.
“Why is this a problem?” you ask? Because more than being content and confident
in myself, I have this little voice inside my head telling me to “know my
place.”
“You can’t say you’re pretty, or go for that, or try this, or
think great things are possible for you – be humble,” I hear from some cruel,
bossy place within me. That is not humility. That is confusion, doubt, and fear rearing their ugly head. There has been a
big, mean battle within me, and I seem to pull no punches.
No more. I’m done
with the 200’s, and I’m done with this battle.
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| Eat my shorts, 200's. I kick and I punch. |
Here is what has begun to sink in over the last couple of
weeks:
I am a beautiful, loveable, smart, confident person who absolutely
adores people and life, and has a good head on her shoulders. I have no reason to doubt myself. I have no reason to not stick to my
guns. I have no reason to cower. I have no reason to feel unworthy. I never used to be this way, I never should
have begun, and I am finished with it.
Moving into the 100’s, I’ve got to tell you – it’s an
interesting time. It’s a little scary. And sometimes it’s hard. And sometimes I freak out a little bit
because I’m in a transition between who I was for a while, who I am, and who I’m
becoming.
I like who I’m becoming.
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| From top left to bottom right: Me at about 320lbs in January 2011, me at over 300lbs in March of 2011, then me at 60, 70, 80, 90lbs, and 100lbs lost! |
If you'd like to catch up on the big milestones since I've started this here blog, feel free to check these out!
Sixty, Shimxty: Another 10lb Benchmark Smashed.
70lbs - Gone To The Fishes.
81lbs Get The Boot.
30's, Here I Come: Gained a year, and lost 90lbs.
Lost 101 Pounds and Found Myself.
Readers, have you already gone through some of these changes
or find yourself in an interesting time of transition, yourself? I would really love to hear from you. How are you doing? How did you get through it? What advice can you give the rest of us, or
what advice do you need from others?
There’s a pretty great group of you out there with invaluable life
experience, so let’s share.
