At some point well over a decade ago I decided to choose life and began the most daunting task of my life - the journey to lose half my body weight.
This weekend I had a realization I wanted to share.
My weight loss journey was like climbing a mountain with no guide, no equipment and no map. I only had the knowledge that my life depended on it.
Interestingly, when you are en route the perspective can get skewed. In fact, I don't think I could even pinpoint the moment I reached the summit. There were so many valleys and peaks.
But this weekend I distinctly realized I have been sailing down the other side of the mountain for some time now. I wipe out now and again, but it's just about getting back up again these days and not so much about climbing every step of the way.
My story is only my story, but maybe the thought it gets easier is worth sharing