107 days...
107 days. That is how many days it has taken since surgery to reach one-derland! After a frustrating 5 week long stall, the scale finally started moving again about 6 days ago and I rapidly lost the 7lbs holding me back from my first major weight target; to get out of the 200-range forever! One (hundred), a number I haven’t seen in so long I can’t even remember. But I do remember the weight gain; 165, 170, 185, 192, 198, 201… 244. Telling myself with each pound that it had to stop, I had to stop. I could blame the fertility hormones for a lot of the fluctuations, but I could only hold myself accountable for the rest. But truth be told, it was easier not to. Until now! With every pound I shed, the shame of who I had let myself become vanishes along with it. With every inch I lose, I gain a newfound respect for myself. Because of the extra long stall, I was able to do some blood tests earlier than scheduled. I expected the worst because I hadn’t been feeling too well, but the r...
