It wasn’t an unusual thing for me to do. Even though I’d gained about 100 pounds over the 5 years leading up to that moment, I still had a scale that I used regularly – well, monthly. I wasn’t surprised by the number above my toes, but I was kind of over it.
When I was in my early twenties, turning 30 was always kind of a joke. Deathday, the end of my life, etc. I posted this every year for four years leading up to my 30th:
Anyway, for the first time in my life, I saw that number – 360 pounds – and felt like I could do better. I had been perfectly happy at 350, and 340, and 300, and 250. My self-esteem and happiness and ability to live my life wasn’t tied up in my weight, but at that point, I kind of realized it was either time to make a change, or settle in for another 30 years of slow fading mobility.
I looked at the places I wanted to go, and the clothes I wanted to wear, and the goals I wanted to achieve, and thought, 30 is gonna be it.
On the left is the first ever exercise I logged on Strava. It left me out of breath, sweaty, and sore. On the right is an average nightly walk for me, only six months after that first walk.
In total, I lost 120 pounds between June 2017 and June 2018. I still have about 60, maybe 70 left to lose, and that’s something I plan to do in 2019. In the meantime, I’m going to share the three things that worked really well for me during that initial 120 pound drop.