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After 12 weeks:
I can now run 4 miles in 35-40 minutes. And still have enough energy to do 20 sets of sit-ups and lift kettle bells for 30 minutes.
12 weeks ago I could barely do a 4 mile walk/run in 90 minutes. Plus sits up and lifting weights after was more of a “Are you freaking kidding me? Go blank-blank yourself! You annoying blank-blank!”
I have gone from a size 20 shirt to a size 14.
I’ve gone from a size 27 pant to a size 16/18, depending on the day. Ladies, you know what I mean.
I can now shop in a department store and not Lane Bryant.
Now, when I look in the mirror it takes a minute for my vision to adjust, not just because I’ve recently gotten glasses-which I have, but because I initially don’t recognize myself, and do momentary “Who is that? Oh it’s me.” Which used to be the opposite way around, I see my reflection in a store window and think who is that fat ass and well, it was me, and now it’s not.
I have pride in myself.
I walk with a little bit of a cute girl swagger and can put my hands in my pocket and not get them stuck between my rolls of fat and my keys.
I’m smiling more at everyone.
I bought myself a cowboy hat. In the past it was something I would never do because I literally looked liked Farmer Johns’ overstuffed scarecrow. Trust me on this.
Have I lost all the weight I need too? Well, for starters I don’t say lost anymore, because I don’t want to find it again. I say GOTTEN RID OF.
I’ve gotten rid of 72 pounds, (35 during the past 12 weeks) and by following this “new fandangle” way of eating, I’ve changed unhealthy habits into healthy habits that I will carry with me forever.
I have changed my life, not just my physical body.
I no longer fear setting goals and accomplishing them.
I no longer think anything is impossible, short of driving around like George Jetson.
I no longer say, “I can’t do that,” because these 12 weeks have taught me that “I can do that” and pretty much accomplish anything I set my mind too.
I still have work to do, but now I see that my goals are attainable and well, in my book, rather easy.
Am I going to be scaling Everest? Running a triathlon? Uh, no, but I do know this, once I GET RID of my last 30 pounds, it’s never coming back.
No way. No how.
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