I didn’t jump on some extreme program or pretend discipline comes in a bottle. I just got honest with myself and focused on moderation. Consistency over chaos.
Today I pulled out an old pair of jeans I couldn’t even get past my thighs back then. 40x32 and they fit. Yeah, they’re skinny jeans, that’s a separate conversation, but they fit without pain or denial.
I’m down to 275 lbs now. Almost 50 pounds gone in a few months. No shortcuts. No hype. Just doing what needed to be done.
Goal’s 250-255, and I’m not rushing it. One second at a time. One decision at a time.
Progress doesn’t need applause. It just needs proof.
Honestly, I’m just grateful that things are moving the way they are. For a long time I lived waiting for the other shoe to drop, always expecting the anchor to fall. That constant tension, like peace was temporary and punishment was scheduled.
I don’t live in that headspace anymore.
I don’t even take life day by day. I take it second by second. I don’t know what’s coming next, and for the first time, I’m okay with that. There’s comfort in not bracing for impact all the time.
And yeah, I’m genuinely happy about these damn jeans. That was a real victory for me. A couple months ago I couldn’t even get into them, and that hit hard because I wore them last year. That weight wasn’t me. It felt like watching myself drift away.
Now they fit again. That alone feels like reclaiming ground. It opens my wardrobe back up, but more than that, it opens me back up. Proof that change is possible when you stop punishing yourself and start taking care of yourself.
Small wins matter. This one earned its place.
