300 pounds. I don’t know how many times I have tried to lose weight over the years only to run into a brick wall when I reach 300 pounds. No matter what I do, no matter the diet or lifestyle change or workout I start…once I lose enough weight and reach 300, I don’t go past it. Or I hover just below it for a week then bounce back up. And then I shut down. I give up. I get upset and stop fighting. Because 300 blocks my path.
300. My mental wall.
So here I am, new diet, new outlook, new attitude. Today I weigh 303. I’ve lost 17 pounds since December 19th, just under a month ago.
300 is staring at me. Taunting me. I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t on my mind. (I also wouldn’t be blogging about it)
But I’m also prepared, mentally and refrigeratorly (I made that word up. You’re welcome)
My path is clear. 300 is just an imaginary wall. It’s just a number. That number doesn’t define me. Not anymore.
This. Is. Joshua.