I get to work this am, extra early and stepped up to my new nemesis: 4 flights of stairs. This may seem simple to some people, but I am not one of those people. Yesterday, The Stairs claimed victory at the 2nd floor and I rode the elevator the rest of the way up, bitterly defeated. This morning, I knew I would face it once again. I started off strong, but at the 2nd floor felt winded again. I breathed deeply for about a minute and continued on 1 more flight. I stopped again to breathe, but then thought "Stop being so easy on yourself and just do it!". So I dug within and powered through. This was a sweet victory.
As I'm embarking on this journey, I am changing, inside and out, and also learning a lot about myself. I am beginning to realize that I carried so much extra weight to keep people at a distance. I am frightened to lose weight and get attention again, and ironically, conversely, I am afraid that I will lose weight and still be invisible. That is something that I am tired of; people looking past me because of my weight.
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