|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:
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.
|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.
|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.