I stepped on the scale this morning and my heart started pounding. I knew the day had finally come. The day I post my weight on this blog.
A few weeks ago I decided that when I hit a certain point on this journey, I’d finally share that big scary number. I just didn’t realize how soon I’d be sharing it.
Today I weigh 299.8 pounds.
I hit the benchmark I was waiting for. I’m finally under 300 for the first time in….well….I don’t know.
(Please pardon me while I try to keep from hyperventilating at having shared that.)
6 weeks ago when I started this journey, I weighed 317.6 pounds. Since then I’ve lost 17.8 pounds, almost 3 pounds a week.
The scariest thing about sharing my weight with the world is my fear of what people will think of me. Sure, you can look at me and know I’m overweight, but you don’t know exactly HOW overweight I am. I know how some folks talk (or tweet) about fat people – and no one likes to be judged.
There are those who can’t possibly fathom how anyone could get to this size. (If this is you, I could tell you – just ask.) There are others who think nothing of making jokes about someone’s size. (My heart may be buried under a pile of fat, but it still feels – thanks so much.)
But really, why am I telling you all of this? Because I know I’m not the only person in this battle. I know there are others who are silently struggling not only with their weight, but with the stigma that comes with it. God is doing something in me that’s letting me get free of this mess. I’m so grateful, and I want you to come with me.
I know it’s hard and scary and frustrating and it feels like it will take forever. But it’s possible. We can leave the prison.
Let’s go together.