I'm constantly told how great I look, how skinny I'm getting, and asked a hundred and one questions regarding my transformation. Today I was even told, "Don't go getting all anorexic on us." I don't even know what to say anymore, except, thank you. A very humble thank you. Someone asked me how much more weight I was trying to loose, and how small I wanted to be. I said, "I don't know, guess my body will let me know". This doesn't end. I'm not waiting to achieve some big prize. There's nothing I'm holding back from myself. There's not set program I'm working. There's no "reward" I'm going to give myself, or some food I'm gonna enjoy because I've deprived myself of it. It's baffling most days. I love it. Every minute of it. I love noticing my shoulder blades, or how large pants fit with plenty room to move. I love how I feel inside, and how McDonald's doesn't even appeal to me. How I'm eating my yogurt, fruit, and granola bar and someone walks in and sets a big mac down and it churns my stomach. Therein lies the miracle.
With Grace & Gratitude...
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