Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts. ~Winston Churchill

I have dreamed about writing this blog post....for a long while. I never really got very far into writing it in my dream, but I imagined myself sitting down to write it, and it is finally here.

I am proud to say that at my weigh-in tonight, I lost 3 pounds.  And with that loss, I officially have lost a total of 100 pounds.

It has not been easy.  It has been a humbling, and at times, a humiliating journey.  There have been times I have wanted to give up.  There are times I did give up.   If you had asked me 2 1/2 years ago if I was going to be able to do it, I would have probably said, "Doubtful."  But somewhere, somehow, I found the courage and the strength to keep going.  I have beat myself and forgiven myself more than I can even remember.  But I did it....and I am not done yet.

But before I get too far ahead of myself, I want to celebrate a little.

I have lost 100 pounds.  It is crazy to think that I probably wouldn't be able to actually carry a 100 pound weight very far, but that I was carrying that every single day on my body.

I have lost 100 pounds.  And I have lost the hurt and shame I felt when I carried that 100 pounds with me.

I have lost 100 pounds.  It is easier to see myself; not just in the mirror but the what is really in my heart.

I have lost 100 pounds and it feels amazing.