it’s like, the size of a ten year old.

Wowzers. Today, I’m 80 pounds lighter than I was on January 15th 2008. 80 pounds. Never in ten million bajillion years did I ever think I’d lose more than 10 in one fell swoop. People, if I start to think about it, I cry! i cry! I break down like a baby because nothing has ever felt so right and so real. I’m not one to get overly sentimental. Mike is the sentimental one in our relationship and can I tell you, with each passing month…the further out I get from this surgery, the more I comprehend what it has done for me and what it means that I chose this road. I get downright sentimental.

It’s getting harder. I have to be more in control and more thoughtful. I can eat more. I can eat a wider variety. It’s just how it works. It was never designed to be so restrictive for your whole life. The farther out you get, the looser the ropes. However, I cherish the feeling of clean eating. I adore this tabula rosa. I relish in the fact that indeed…I’ve made a habit out of good food, healthy food, nourishing food.

Yesterday while I was eating an apple and peanut butter, i had to stop and reflect on how GOOD an apple really tastes. God has given us SUCH good food and we clog up our body with cheetos! (I say this b/c dammit, I had some cheetos last night.) And you just feel YUCK after eating crap that your body wasn’t ever really meant to eat in the first place.

Anyway, I’m approaching my six month mark, and I’m blessed. I don’t want to stop. I want to challenge myself to step it up and keep moving and keep losing and keep stretching. Thankful too, for my girlies! You lovely things that always leave a sweet comment when I’m blue, or answer my questions when I’m confused or lift my spirits when I’m down. Thank you, b/c how alone would I feel without you?! If I don’t say thank you at least once a month, it’s not enough.