25 months and 1 day after I set out to lose 80 pounds I have lost…80 pounds!

I decided a while back I want to try and take off another 20 to get down to a BMI of 25, so I’m not done working out like a nutbar or keeping a ridiculously close eye on my food intake, but still, I’m pretty happy.

I honestly didn’t know if I could do it when I set out. I had tried to lose weight so many times and had it come roaring back after three or four months that I just didn’t know if I could do it.

And it definitely took me longer than I wanted it too – I initially set the fairly unrealistic goal of losing it all in 18 months, and then revised that to two years. I can’t tell you how frustrated I was that I hadn’t hit that goal (missed it by three very stubborn pounds), but I learned some time ago that plateaus are a big, frustrating part of this process.

But to finally, finally, FINALLY be where I wanted to be, 25 months and one day later, feels pretty goddamn great.

I went to take the trash out when I came back from my swim at the gym today, and as I walked past my apartment complex’s pool, I was a little surprised to see a pair of ducks swimming around:

I’ve seen seagulls in there before, which didn’t seem that unusual since I’m only about two miles from the ocean, but the ducks just struck me as odd, so I went and snapped off a few pictures. The fact that one of the neighborhood cats was watching them float around made it even funnier.