I've known this was coming for quite some time, but the fact that I've finally reached a major milestone is still rather mind blowing.
I joined the gym when Liam and Ella were 22 months old for a variety of reasons, but never thought that I'd end up hitting a mark so huge. I've been working out diligently ever since, hitting a couple of decent plateaus that required some intense hard work to break through. I had a bit of a set back with my brother-in-law's death at the end of March - April was pretty much a whirlwind of emotional eating and an inability to get the gym frequently - but got back on track.
Through it all, I've gotten stronger and am slowly reshaping my body. I'm building muscle and definition where previously there was none and I adore the feeling of exhausted exhilaration when I've completed a tough workout. In fact, I can't go more than a day without working out, because I just don't like how it makes me feel. I'm continuously challenging myself and finding new and interesting ways to exercise. I love myself a lot more than I ever thought was possible (which isn't to say that I didn't like myself before, but I really, truly love myself now). I appreciate and embrace my strength and am so thrilled that I'm setting a positive example of healthy living for Liam and Ella.
As of today, I have lost 103 pounds since the day my children were born.
And I'm still on the way down.