August 13th, 2019

Today is a MILESTONE DAY. A day of joyous celebration. A day of acknowledgement.

For the first time in 20 years I am in the Normal Weight Range for my tiny 5’ 2” body. It’s taken 15 months to get here.

It’s been an interesting road.

From May to December last year I struggled to lose even a pound of weight. I worked out ... HARD. I mean it. I was in the gym 3-4 times a week giving it my all. At home, I did my best to follow a sensible but restrictive food plan. I denied myself food. I negotiated my food (if I don’t eat all of my lunch then I can justify the fries at dinner). I suffered. It was a grind.

I was going along with the common weight loss industry / socially perpetuated mantra that you must exercise to lose weight. But over the past few years I’d begun to question that belief. As a seasoned weight loss explorer, I noticed that working out more did not get me to my goal of weighing less. 15 year ago I did a 10k. I thought for sure I’d lose weight training for this race. I spent months getting into a running-fit state. Guess what? On the day of the race I weighed the same as I did when I started to train. For me there was a disconnect that I couldn’t quite wrap my brain around.

In January of this year, when I stopped eating sugar and flour and the recommendation was to NOT exercise until the weight was off, I KNEW I was on the right track. This made so much sense to me. Give 100% to getting the food right. Reach the goal. Be all in on ONE THING. Focus on exercise later.

So here I am, getting closer to my goal weight and feeling f.i.n.e. Every milestone has felt wonderful in a way I would not have expected. More and more joy has run through my veins with each success. Even when I was nowhere near goal weight, I felt amazing and clear and happy. There is freedom and all I had to do was be willing to allow it into my life.