I have been weighing myself less frequently lately because daily weighing was stressing me out. Last week I was 147, three pounds away from my original goal. I am at the end of TOM and I usually don't weigh during this time at all. This morning I felt less bloated so I decided to hop on the scale. My scale read 145.8

Ok so it's 0.8 away from my goal and it was not my usual weigh in time, but I still saw that number! Visions of 145 have been in my head since November last year. I honestly never thought I would make it, never in my life time. That number might as well have been a million pounds away, I thought I would never see it but I took it one day at a time and figured I would just see how far I could get. Today I saw that number and I gave a big smile then went on about my day. There was no party, spontaneous music, nor did confetti shoot out of the scale lol, but it was a good moment. Hopefully in a few days I will officially reach my original goal. I plan to end up around 135, whenever I get there.
I can't say I am entirely happy over how my body looks at this stage but hey, I would take the huge wrinkly bat wings and loose stomach any day over being obese, diabetic and in pain most days.

All of the changes, sacrifices and painful recovery after exercise (herniated disks, spine fusions) was so worth it. I would do it all again to win my life back in a heartbeat. I feel like I have unburied myself from the shell of a person I was once. This is the lightest I have ever been since I was 11 years old. It is almost surreal and I have a lot of adjusting as I still feel like the biggest person in the room most days.
Please don't give up ladies..it can be done. I wish for each one of you to see it through to your goals