This is what happened this past Thursday night:

I KNOW, I totally need a pedicure in a BAD WAY.  I’ve made an appointment.  My toenails have just sort of dropped to the bottom of the list these days, & while Nate’s intentions of giving me a pedi the other night were pure, he only got as far as taking off the old stuff & giving me a foot massage.  Also, that’s totally not a fungus.  I had it checked out.  Oh, & you can see how I’M STILL SWOLLEN LIKE A MOTHER TRUCKER EVERY TIME I LOOK AT A GRAIN OF SALT.

But let’s stop talking about my feet, okay?

Because for the first time in over a year, I’M UNDER 200 POUNDS!

In fact, this morning I clocked in at 198.8 lbs.

Years ago…actually, until this year, I thought I COULDN’T lose weight.  I was always destined to be “fluffy.”  It was in my genes to be a little overweight.  I screwed up my metabolism when I was younger.  My body didn’t WANT to be any lighter than 185lbs.  I had all of these logical excuses.  & now?  I say BULLSHIT.  I’ve lost more weight now then I have ever lost in my life.  Which means…wait for it….wait for it…

I CAN LOSE WEIGHT.  Radical idea, right?  & over 25 lbs later, it’s finally hitting me.  I CAN LOSE WEIGHT.  It’s not in my genes or body to be “fat.”  That was all in my head (ha, there’s a lot “in my head” these days, so there’s no more room for “fat” to be in there).

Is there anything that this McFatty journey has taught you about yourself??  Maybe that it is okay to only take one handful of M&M’s or that you actually LIKE running?