Over the course of the last 18 weeks, I have embarked on a journey. Mission Minus Thirty. The goal was to drop 30 pounds in four months. I knew I was in for a challenge. I’ve come to learn losing weight in your 30’s is a lot tougher than losing weight in your 20’s. But I had gotten to the point where I wasn’t happy with the person staring back at me in the mirror. So, I had no choice.
I have to say, the mission was not as difficult as I worried it would be. Once your mind forgets how much you love chocolate and candy and sweets, you stop craving it. Just last night, a bag of bite-sized candy was dumped on a table in front of me. I wasn’t even tempted.
So, here’s the thing. I didn’t drop 30 pounds. But I don’t feel like I failed. My weigh-in this morning boasted a drop of 13 pounds. Nearly half my goal. The thing is, I’ve been gaining lots of muscle. I FEEL so much better. My clothes fit me again. I don’t hate my reflection like I once did.
My work is far from over. I still want to hit that 30 pound mark. And I really believe I will get there. Maybe another four months is all I need.
But today, I’m happy with how far I’ve come. For anyone struggling like I was, or hoping to drop a few pounds, there’s one piece of advice I can offer. Find a motivation partner. Mine pushed me every day, checked in on my every week and celebrated victories with me. I owe her so much. That constant voice in your ear really does help.
Part 1: Mission Minus Thirty is complete. On to Part 2.