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I have not lost 100 pounds.....

My Journey..... hasn't just began.... nor has it just ended. I am in the middle of an incredible transformational journey.  I lost the weight that I wanted to... although the popular thing right now for my age and height is to be another 20 pounds lighter then I currently am, I can not healthily achieve that status. Under the supervision and direction of my doctor, I am not allowed to go any lower than 140, which is okay, because I can see and feel my bones!  During Transition there is a standard deviation of about 5 pounds to expect. This means that the scale can either go up or down 5 pounds, and that's okay.

Here is a recap of my journey:
I was unhappy with myself and my weight. I was introduced to a weight loss program by a good friend here.

I decided to take the plunge, order my first order of food, and start this blog... Most of the first comments included Best of Luck Wishes, I got the vibe that people didn't think I could do this. I started the program, with the idea of "I'll try it for one month and see if it works" attitude. I tried it, shrank quickly and was hooked!

I stayed on it, only taking time off of it when our piggy bank turned anorexic... total months of time on MediFast: 8.5 months!

I started in a size 24 Wide Pant..... The picture above is a size 6!

I started out in the severely obese category on the BMI charge (I had a BMI of 41+).... I now have a BMI of 22.9.... perfectly healthy!

Today, I begin transition. I can now have all vegetables. My first stop is Brussels sprouts.  They are comfortably cooking as a type this.  Now I have the emotional roller coaster of knowing that things that have been banned from my diet so long, are now perfectly okay to eat! It's weird. Very weird. As much as I want to stay on the security  MediFast foods for the rest of my life, I need to spread my wings and learn how to fly on my own again.

I had been keeping a close eye on that pesky scale last week, and knew that I hit the 100 pound mark on Tuesday, but I blog on Mondays, so you people had to wait. During the weekend I wanted nothing more to go out to eat at Gordan Ramsay's Burgr here in Vegas in celebration. It took every ounce of energy I had not to succumb to this temptation. Instead we went to the thrift shop and I got a new skirt, and new professional shirt.   Transition is going to be hard, but well worth it.

On Thursday on the bus ride to work, I noticed a woman in a wheelchair. She recently had one of her legs amputated due to the effects of diabetes and gangrene. The gangrene had also begin spreading upwards on her leg. Just like what happened to Mom. Mom had both legs amputated due to gangrene.  It was a sobering reminder of what I have done this all for, in memorial of my Mom. I took the steps necessary to avoid getting diabetes, and to avoid ending up dying of a slow and painful death due to diabetes.  To my Mom, I hope I have never made you more proud. I did what a lot people think is impossible: lose tons of weight, without surgical interventions.

My final food order will arrive today... you might be wondering why on earth I ordered another food order now that I am done. There are two reasons, one is for transition. I am SLOWLY adding in all fruits, vegetables, and grains... and because they are a much cheaper, healthier option then candy bars from vending machine's at school.  I often need a quick snack to keep me full and focused throughout the school day, and medifast is formulated to perform this job for me.

People have asked  me what I am going to do with this blog now that I am done... I will probably keep blogging weekly, as a way to ensure that I am maintaining my weight and not blowing up again.. I need the accountability.

This journey would not have reached the "middle stage" without the love, support, and cheers from my biggest supporters, cheerleaders, and blog stalkers. Aunt Carolee, Dawna, and Dyanna, there are not enough words in any language in the world that can describe how appreciative I am of your constant love and support. When the going got tough, I looked back on your comments about the blog, and the love and devotion you have to rooting me until the finish line, has propelled me forward in ways you can't imagine. I truly appreciate all of you.

The scale revealed the numbers 142.... I have joined the centennial club, and then some!