Month 7 ending, month 8 about to begin.

As July draws to a close, I look back at the last few months. How dramatic my body has changed. I knew it would be good, but I didn't think it would feel as good as it does. I'm addicted to running. Every time I do it, I feel alive. I feel my heart pumping, my lungs working, my legs making me fly... Some people say to me, "It's got to be more than eating healthier and exercise! You have to be doing more than that!" It may seem absolutely impossible to some people to see me lose weight the right way. But I'm doing it. I just don't care what people think. It's about my life and the longevity of it. It's about me.

I'm finally putting my health first. I'm worth it. My kids are worth it and my husband is worth it. They deserve a cool ass rocking mom/wife. I deserve to enjoy the rest of my 30's to the fullest and I look forward to my future as a healthy adult.

My total lost as of today's weigh in was 69.8 pounds lost. A tiny touch away from 70, but I know that will happen in time. The scale is no longer my enemy. It's become my friend. I talk to it and I tell it, "You will not bring me down. You will not stop me from trying everyday to change my life"

I'm truly in a ZONE. I don't know how long this will last, but for now, it's working for me. I can actually say that my goal of losing 100 pounds is within reach.

Remembering my first weigh in at 263 lbs. I felt empowered when I decided to change everything. I felt strong. I forgave myself and I stopped being ashamed of my body. Here I am today weighing in at 194 lbs. I can't wait for a few more months to pass and look back at my 7/18 posting and say, "WOW, 194 lbs. I'll never be that heavy again!"

Every now and then, everyone will have a challenge to overcome. Some challenges involve disease, depression or even addiction. My challenge is Obesity. But some challenges involve fighting for your life. I think about Juan's friend Chris who is fighting hard. I have much hope for him to recover. I think of him often and his recovery when I run. I think of his family who must pray for his recovery with all their heart. When people are suffering around me, I have no excuse to not walk or run. I must move my body for them. I must move my body now because Chris cannot. I must move my body and fight for my future, as he fights for his. There is simply no excuse not to fight.