When I began my weight loss journey, there was a goal. A number in my head.
Just a small one to begin with. Lose ten pounds. I hit it, and set another one.
And so it has continued for the last four years.
Some targets, smashed out of the park.
Others, hard fought for and a long time coming.
For the last six months I have had a number in mind. An arbitrary one perhaps, but symbolic to me. A number based on nothing more than when I hit it, I will have lost six stone.
It has been just out of reach for what feels like a very, very long time. A few pounds away, but a thousand miles too.
It was there.
Nothing different that week. Just one more week of hitting the gym hard and counting the calories.
And then the number is there.
A pause for reflection. Gratitude that the work has finally paid off. A deep breath. I have arrived.
Today, that number has gone again thanks to a weekend of Easter treats. But it will be back. It is within my sights.
And then…. the next target.
Bring it on.