Another 1.8 down this week for a total of 138.6 pounds gone. I am within 3 pounds of what I weighed in March 1987, when I had a physical for college. It's scary as hell to think I'd gained 140 pounds in 19 years, but I did. I know a good 60 of that was in those four years of college.
I still wonder sometimes how I let things get so out of control for so long -- mostly because I don't want to repeat the past. I think in my youth, I felt a sense of invincibility .... a stupid one, considering I knew death almost too well. And I don't think I loved myself as I should have. I'm not sure we can at that age, either. We aren't necessarily wise enough to know how.
But now I know, and I want to keep this up. I am not working this hard for this body to let it go to pot again. I AM STILL GOING!!
In other news, only 36 hours until the Race for the Cure. I am excited, scared, nervous, hopeful, and a little overwhelmed. But I know I can do it!