Yes, it’s true. I hit the big five oh this week.
It really amazes me that I made it: A family history that tells me it would be impossible without assistance, surprisingly difficult struggles that would consistently make me fall short of my goals and yes, that little inner voice telling me I’d never make it this far.
Yet, somehow, I persevered.
Switching out high calorie and highly processed delivery pizza featuring nasty red sauce that tastes like the cardboard box from which it comes with home made pizzas featuring whole grain crusts, homemade pesto sauce, and grilled chicken probably helped me reach this lifestyle milestone.
I’m also sure that ditching the gasoline swilling and exhaust spewing four wheeled necessity of suburban life whenever possible in exchange for walking and bicycling everywhere has also been a contributing factor.
I’ve put so many miles on these running shoes in the last three months, I can almost feel the jealous steely gaze of my car as she begs me to touch her like I used to.
Everybody says the first fifty are the hardest and everything is going to be easy as pie from here on out. I’m not so sure I buy into that manifesto, especially since pie is most definitely not included in my future plans. The next fifty are going to require me to stay strong both physically and emotionally so that I can avoid the distractions that almost derailed this achievement. I’m at a pretty good point in my life. I like me and my confidence is high. I’m pretty sure I’ve got fifty more in me!
Oh, I guess I should clarify my statement. I’m talking about 50 pounds of worthless blubber that as of Sunday is no longer hitching a free ride on my skeleton and suffocating my will to live. The scale read a jaw dropping (for me) 328 pounds, down from 378 pounds in mid February.
Now, I did celebrate my birthday a couple of weeks ago, but I’m not 50 years old yet! As a matter of fact, I celebrated my birthday by acting half my age and flying down a Slip N Slide (and bruising my ribs, but that’s a story for another day)!
Here’s to playing my cards right and shedding another 50 pounds or more off my petite frame which might just afford me the opportunity to get at least another 50 years of this wonderful thing we call life. Electric word life, it means forever and that’s a mighty long time… (Prince’s birthday was last week too, so sue me… LOL)
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