My boyfriend has four nieces, one of whom is 4 years old. And when I met her (two years ago at a Superbowl party) she said (over and over and over) “Kenz, you’re big.” Now, this little girl loves me (and has loved me from the moment we met) so she wasn’t being mean or rude…just an honest little girl. And she was right.
To say that I was ‘big’ when I met her was certainly an understatement. I was tipping the scale at almost 400 pounds. Damn right I was big. And while I’m still no where near ‘small,’ I’m a lot smaller than I was. And last night she noticed.
When I walked in last night, I was greeted with lots of hugs just like always. And when I put her down she said “Kenz…you are getting so small! Why are you getting small?” I am not exaggerating when I tell you that I scooped her up again, gave her a big hug and kiss and fought happy tears. 🙂
When you have over 200 pounds to lose, sometimes 80 doesn’t seem like a big difference – at least for me. Don’t get me wrong. Most days I feel like a rock star, but it was so nice to be reminded that I’m doing so well. I knew that this little girl would see a difference in me at some point, and I knew it would be a great moment when she did. Because there is no one more honest than a child.
Obviously, I didn’t need to hear anything from anyone to prove to myself that I’m doing well. I see it on the scale each week, and I feel it in my clothes, the way I move and the way I feel. But I would be lying if I said that it didn’t thrill me to know that other people are noticing too.
I still have a long road ahead, but I don’t mind. I can honestly tell you that I’m enjoying the journey. And that is just one of the reasons that I’m confident I’ll reach my goal.
As you lose/lost weight, do you remember defining moments in your journey? If so, will you tell me about them?