101 pounds gone in 8 months

Friday, marked 8 months. 8 months have gone by since the day I started this journey on, january 7th. I stepped on the scale a little nervous on friday. Especially with my foot injury. I had skipped an extra day off from exercising. But I just knew it inside that I had surpassed the 100 mark. Or at least a big part of me hoped. Scale read 193! Which means, I have lost 101 pounds in 8 months!!! It's been a crazy rollercoaster for me. From the ups and the downs. From all the hardwork I have put in each and every day, with my food choices, to my making exercise a regular thing in my life. I have never worked out a day before this, prior to pe in school and sports as a kid and the week or two I went on a diet in hs and went to the track to walk. Nothing like I do now. I exercise 6 days a week. Sometimes 5. It ain't easy, I ain't gonna lie. But the day you step on that scale and see you have surpassed 100 pounds in just 8 months on YOUR OWN is the day you feel something for the first time, satisfaction with yourself. I am honestly damn proud of myself.

onederland!

So I officially made it to onederland. I weighed in friday as 198.4. Very happy and proud. It's been a rough, hard almost 8 months. 7 1/2 to be exact. But the fight is well worth it all. Can you believe 7 and a half months ago I was nearing 300 pounds!!! I was 6 pounds away and now I am 2 pounds under 200! Pretty unbelievable. I owe it all to God. I can do all things through him who strengthens me.

downsizing without the scale

Weight loss has been slow these past 2-2 1/2 weeks. It can get agravating knowing I am doing all the right things and can barely lose a pound. But I know my weight loss is moving along with or without the scale. How do I know? Well by my clothes!!!! I bought a 16 stretch capri jeans from oldnavy last weekend. I tried them this weekend before going out and to my surprise they were huge on me. Like almost falling off. I could pull them off and on without unbuttoning or unzipping. So, I exchanged them for a SMALLER size. Me, a smaller size? Seriously. 7 months ago...22's barely fit. I had to have the stretchiest pants to fit me. Xxl were tight!! Skin tight. Now, I'm looking for nonstretchy pants. Funny, how clothing shows more than the scale sometimes. Oh yeah, those smaller jeans, size 14! Fit like a charm. :)

7 months and 90 pounds ago

Yesterday marked 7 months on my new lifestyle change. 7 months have gone by. 7 months. I am more than halfway into a year. It has not been easy. Many many tears have fallen. Even more sweat than tears have fallen from this body. But I can honestly say it has bee worth it. I weighed in at 204 over the weekend. Which means I have lost 90 pounds!! 90 pounds in 7 months. Isn't that incredible? Yeah, there were days where I wanted to quit. Give up and go back to my old ways. Why? Because that way was easier. Food was faster, drove a few miles, pick up some fastfood. Or just order a pizza, which I did about once a week. But then I remember I wasn't happy back then. Was ashamed of how big I got. Even hid from the world. My only savage was food. That's why I keep fighting. For the girl who spent all the years hiding in her room. Barely leaving the house. I do it for her. For the girl who would eat pasta for breakfast. The girl who couldn't fit into her mothers mazda miata. For the girl who watched the world go by. I do it for her. The fight will be worth it one day. And that girl who I was 7 months ago, will finally be part of the moving world.

Intro to 3 times the charm

My name is Kris. I'm 25 yrs old and have been almost gastric bypassed 3 times. All started in 05 when a friend brought it up. I looked it up reachered and decided I wanted it. Thinking it was the easy way out. I was 230-235 then. Made apts met with the doctor. It didn't workout. 3 years later tried again, met with same doctor, filled out all the paperwork. Did not work out, once again. No insurance. I was 275 this time. 2012 came around, January 5th to be exact. I was more than ready this time. Met with same doctor for the 3rd time. It worked this time. Insurance approved. Paperwork done. I was all set. Just had to lose 20 pounds, in the diet he wanted. I was 294 pounds. Almost 300!! Scary moment. Well I also wanted to wait a few months. Until may. When time could be taken off work to recover from the big surgery. I started my diet that following monday, january 7th. I was going to lose double the amount he asked. I was ready this time. First saturday of every month was my apt and weigh in at the office. Febuarys weigh in, I lost 12 pounds. Weight 282. March came weighed in at 270. Met my goal set by doc. They were proud. April came around, I was already having second thoughts on if gastric bypass was really the right thing. I mean I was young and frankly scared of the operation. But it was something I wanted badly for 6-7 years. It was finally within reach. Why was I second guessing the surgery? I felt this way since march. Well aprils weigh in came in. I weighed 251-250 (she weighed me in 2 scales) as she was more than shocked on the scale. First scale read 250. I clearly remember her saying "is that right?" with tgis shocked look in her face. Then we headed to another scale. Hopped on. 251. She said it's right and that I am doing more than great. Well safe to say that did it. I had it in me the whole time. Just this time was my time. I was ready to do it on my own. I did not need a scary tool stapeling my tummy to get me where I wanted. I knew it wasn't going to be easy. Was going to be tough. I mean I went from eating fast food 5 days a week to only kfc grilled chicken and corn once every 2-3 weeks and of course subway. So april did it. I stopped going to my weigh ins. And entered the weight loss journey on my own. Safe to say, the third time really was the charm.