Time to Conquer! ONE HUNDRED POUNDS!!!

You can read all of my weight loss posts here.  To celebrate, I am running a bunch of AMAZING GIVEAWAYS!  You can check them out OVER HERE.

Today is the day!  Hip hip hooray!  I’ve done it, I’ve lost 100 pounds.  And WOW!  I mean WOW!  Ok, to be honest, I kinda thought it would be a little anti-climatic.  I mean, I just posted about losing 97 pounds.  Why would 100 pounds be that much different?

Why?  BECAUSE IT IS 100 POUNDS!!!  Wholly Heck!  That is a TON of weight.  And to prove it I have photo evidence.

{The cute shirt in the after photo came from Valshi Boutique – love them!}

If that isn’t proof of a life change, then I don’t know what is.

When I started this journey back in June, I wasn’t happy with myself.  I had lost who I was.  I knew I was a fun and outgoing person.  Really, inside I knew that she was still there.  But I didn’t love myself.  I didn’t want to do things with my family or friends.  I didn’t want to get out and have fun.  Why?  Because it was hard!  It was hard to go places and know that physically I wouldn’t be able to do what I wanted to do.  And it wasn’t any fun.

{This is my favorite skirt – I wore it all the time}

I remember telling my mom, when I seriously decided I needed to make a change, that I was tired of thinking about my weight all the time.  When I was in a crowded store, I was worried that I would run into people.  I couldn’t go to a concert that I loved because I knew the seats were small and I wouldn’t be able to fit comfortably.  Heck, it hurt when I got out of bed in the morning.  Every day I thought about my weight.  Even if it was for just a minute.

I knew people treated me differently because I was “a big girl.”  I was ok with it, but I knew.  And it hurt.  It hurt to be different.  I tried to tell myself that it was ok.  That there are a lot of people just as big as I was.  Plus, I had all my excuses of why I was the way I was.  Sure, I had had my health problems.  I had been on bed-rest with both of my pregnancies. Bla, bla, bla.  Excuses, excuses.  The truth was, I had let food and my lack of exercise ruin my life.  Period!

{My Uniform – The pants I wore every day}

Then I decided that I wanted something different.  I wanted to be myself again.  I wanted to be able to have fun, without worrying about my size every second.  I wanted to have my picture taken and not run and hide.  I wanted to stop crying.  I didn’t want my girls to have the FAT MOM!  I wanted to change!

And I did!  And I am!  I am addicted to food.  Period!  I always will be.  Nothing will change that.  And guess what, I have to eat food to live.  Problem?  Only if I let it.  I can make that choice.  You know, the one I had to make 100 times a day for the first few months.  The choice between food or my life.  The choice between food or my happiness.  The choice between food or being around for my girls.

I choose the second options.  I choose to live, to love, to laugh, to be happy, to be fit.  I choose to live a healthy life.  No one will take that away from me.  It is something I will battle with my entire life.  But I am going to win that battle.  Because I am worth it.  I am worth being happy.  I am worth having fun.  I am worth seeing my kiddos grow up and get married and have babies of their own.

So horray for my 100 pounds!  I will never see them again.  Don’t worry, I’m not done yet.  I’ve still a little ways to go.  But I will do it.  And I will kill it, because I am worth it!

I choose life!  And it is Awesome!