This morning as I stepped on the scale, confetti and balloons fell from my ceiling. Not really, but it would have been nice.
217.1..............I began this journey at 318. 101 lbs. lost and not to EVER be found again.
I really can not believe it. It is almost surreal. I have stepped on the scale at least 10 times today to make sure it is correct.
I can't believe how emotional I am getting over this. I am crying as I type.
Honestly, I thought when I got down this size I would be content with where I am. 225 and I have spend YEARS together. It is the number that I weighed after each pregnancy. A size 16W or 18 in regular size.
But, now 217.............I am just passing through this number. I am off to smaller and better things.
Next stop, Onderland.