In May of 2017, I decided I would give the weight loss thing another try. There were two main reasons. I was tired of taking pills and buying new clothes. In May of 2018, I put up a post detailing my plan and weight loss up to that point. It was one of my more popular posts and even inspired a Facebook group.

Six hundred and fifty-nine days after starting down this path, I have officially hit my goal of 200 lbs. People ask me if I feel better now. Honestly, it was such a gradual process, I’ve noticed the new aches and pains of getting older than improved health from weight loss. Until I think about the fact that I don’t have to take my high blood pressure pill or statin pill. I have to take my heartburn med every other day instead of daily. That I can go up the three flights of stairs to my office with my backpack and laptop bag without being as winded as I was just climbing three flights of stairs.

I’ve done it. I’ve made my goal. It was hard work to get here, and it will be hard work to stay here. I’ll be counting calories for the rest of my life. It’s worth it though.

I don’t have to take the pills, but I’ve got to buy new clothes.

Starting with a kilt.