Friends, I have had some exciting news to share with you all for the past week. Most of you know that about a week ago, a few friends and I completed a 5k. I think I'll wait to post about that event in a later post.
For now, I want to share with you all that
I did it. Earlier this year I decided to set my weight goal at 145 pounds, or the start of the "healthy weight range" according to the BMI scale. Today I write you weighing in at 144. I'm wearing size small and 4/6s.
It's strange being here. I've reached my goal but I still feel like I have quite a ways to go. I feel so good about where I am. I am a new woman. In so many ways I have been reborn.
As a symbolic gesture of where I've been over the last few months, I've done something today that I've been preparing for since the beginning. Today, I chopped off all my hair.
I've had cropped hair before. When I was a kid my Granny would cut it up to my chin every summer. 2007 was the last time I had short hair because every time I saw my reflection in the mirror I was horrified at how fat my face looked with the cut. I kept hearing JK Rowling describing Harry's cousin Dudley as, "a pig in a wig." Since then I've looked on with envy at all the gorgeous short haircuts out there. Now, at a healthy weight, I am no longer that girl. I am in charge of my body, in charge of my cravings, in charge of my hair. I love it.
