If you read my last post, you’ll see I hit a plateau at the end of last summer. Welp, y’all, the plateau got longer, and I did not met the mini-goals I mentioned last time. To be fair, it wasn’t really a plateau, and I have lost weight. From August-January, I’ve gone from 185ish to 165ish—not too shabby. But, in comparison to the 235ish to 185ish leap I took from February to August, it has definitely been a slow spell.
Yes, yes. To be expected. I’ve heard it everywhere. The weight comes off slow at the end, and the end is so close…Just how close, you say? Over Christmas, I officially went from “obese” to “overweight”, and I have 17 lbs. to go until I’m no longer “overweight”.
I never thought I’d be here, and I never thought I’d be 17 lbs. away from “healthy weight”. Seriously, seriously, seriously. Here I am, and I keep pinching myself. I’ve dropped from a size 20 (XXL) to a size 8-10 (M), and I’ve lost 65.2 lbs. this year alone!
I’ve made goals, met goals, failed to meet goals, but on the whole, I’ve also totally amazed myself with how far I’ve come. Because really? My ultimate goal has only ever been one thing—reach and maintain a healthy weight that is not considered medically overweight or obese.
And that’s 17.2 lbs. away.
SEVENTEEN POINT TWO.
Ramble, ramble, but I’ve made a video summing all this up, and given myself one final goal to push me through the end. (The video’s a bit choppy, and a shame to my editing skills from college, but it’s nearly a third shorter than it was yesterday morning, so be thankful it’s not 18 minutes anymore.)
It’s a big deal, and trumps and replaces every outstanding goal still hanging in the air. (Sorry, San Francisco victory trip!) But, it’s really not a new goal. I’ve been researching this step of my journey since the weight started flying off last spring. I heard (literally, from my workout buddy,) “Think of that bikini. Think of that bikini.” as I ran my first set of suicides down a lane in Ardsley Park last April.
I want to see my body. I want to know what I look like. I want to strip out of old Sarah once and for all. Old Sarah went away this year. The girl who thought she was fat and ugly disappeared, and new Sarah emerged…but new Sarah has a hard time feeling complete when she’s still wearing old Sarah’s loose, oversized body. It’s like trying to walk around in my size 18 pants and an XXL shirt still. It’s hard to remind myself how far I come when all I can see is overhanging layers of skin weighing me down.
Tentative timeline? Lose 17 lbs. by May, maintain until July, and have surgery over the summer. I’ll definitely keep you posted.
And again, I’m so grateful to have such an amazing group of family and friends to support me the rest of the way to the finish line. It’s right around the corner, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life taking care of new Sarah. I can’t wait.