As we all have done even before gastric, understood the number on the scale has meaning.  And at 300 pounds, without a doubt it had meaning...It meant I was unheathy and cerainly didn't know it but unhappy.  As I am coming up on my 8 years after gastric, I realized...yes it took 8 years to realize it, but I am not a number on a scale.   I was blessed nearly four years ago to meet a man who gym time was like eating breakfast, just supposed to be in the days agenda.  At my lowest weight of 162, gym never meant anything but pain.  So what did that mean for me....so that we could have that one more thing in common, I began my workout journey.  Slow and painful, but I did it. 

So this year I turn 35, I will be celebrating my 2 year old's birthday, yet, I am at 197 (weight this AM)...but that number does not define that I work out 5-6 days most days 2 times a day.  I RAN the 8K, yes no marathon, but I ran it in a lil over an hour, and by all stretch, in the best shape of my life!   I do crossfit at least 3-4 times a week, and for the first time this week, I did a pull up....

So my committment to myself is to remember as I go back on April 19th for my 8th year...the number on the scale DOES NOT Define me and I am NOT a number on a scale. 

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