And I didn't even know it. Nope, not a kid. This here bloggie is a whopping three years old. I am less oh golly gee I didn't think this here thing would last. It does make me stop and take stock of the fact that since it began I have continued to lose weight, or keep it off. Maybe it's time I push myself harder to let go of the past, and move forward. I see glimpses of it sometimes. I meet people and they have no idea I've lost over a hundred pounds and I feel no need to tell them. It doesn't define me, it's not who I am, it's a part of my history. It's not only part of my history but becoming an older part of it.
I'm ready and need some new history. I am looking for it right now. It starts with little mundane steps like bringing your lunch to work (day two), reading old food journals, and harder larger steps like asking yourself what it really is you want and what's in your way to achieve it.
What do I want? To feel healthy, strong, and comfortable in my own skin inside and out. Now to go about figuring out how to do that and support myself in achieving it.