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.