Well, it's time to say goodbye to 2013. 2012 was a whirlwind with the surgery and hitting my goal weight. So 2013 became the year to settle into this new life and see what I could do with it.
So let's see, weight wise I was able to maintain a 225 pound weight loss. I had some wild and wacky fluctuations during this time - getting as low as 113 (for a minute after a long run) and as high as 130 (YOWZA! That was the day after Xmas). But for the most part I've hovered 117-120. Since I hit goal in July 2012, that means that I've been a "maintainer" for 17 months. Pretty good!
2013 was a year for running. I ran my first official half-marathon and then I ran another! I did some shorter races and did pretty well. But mostly I ran to keep in shape and just to run. According to Runkeeper, where I log all my running, I ran 1,502 miles in 2013. That includes today's 7 mile run. And, if you add in walking and hiking, I traveled 1,953 miles this year.
I asked yesterday on my associated Facebook page what accomplishments the readers were proud of for 2013. There were some fantastic answers - like starting a new business, moving, losing weight! In comparison, I see my life as pretty plain - pretty boring.
In some ways, boring is a good thing - I mean, it's much better then some types of "excitement" that can mean emotional upheavals. But...
So here goes, I an officially stating that 2014 shall be The Year of Living Dangerously! Don't get me wrong - I'm not throwing eating well and exercising out the window. But when I stepped on the scale this morning and it read 118.9 - not quite 2 pounds over this date 1 year ago AND within my defined goals, I though about this year. I especially remembered the grand MELT DOWN of September - when I gained a few pounds over vacation and convinced myself that it was a disaster. Or when I missed a workout and spent hours telling myself what a rotten fat piece of shit I am.
So maybe it's time I stop defining myself as someone who was, once upon a time, morbidly obese. Maybe I need to stop waiting for the inevitable crash. Or worrying constantly about gaining weight back.
Maybe now is the time to just live a happy life. And that will include food. There is a fine line between getting cocky and being confident. Let's see how long - and how well - I can do this experiment.