100 lbs in 147 days

This morning, the very moment that I rose to consciousness, I knew that today would be the day.

I stepped on the scales at 230 lbs; the low side of 230 actually, as a couple of the dozen times I weighed myself it read 229.

I'm still processing how I feel right now.

This has been a mile marker that I've been anxious about. At least part of my mind was willing to believe the lie that it would never happen, regardless of the discipline and effort that I'd put forth. Another part had the unrealistic expectation that it would arrive even sooner than it did, or that it would be accompanied by an even more profound physique transformation than what has actually occurred.

I've got the Deftones self-titled album playing in the background - this is my soul music - and I'm just trying to have clarity about everything; not just my journey, but literally everything in my life... Lots of very strong emotions flowing through me that I don't quite know what to do with.

I DO know that I'm going to go on a nice, long run soon, before it gets too hot out. When that's done I'll work abs, then hit a few yoga flows before I decide exactly how I'll break my fast and refuel.

I've wanted this for so long, but the road ahead on this weight loss journey is potentially much longer than what's behind; I feel like I need to take stock and sight see, but I know that I better not pause and revel in it too long lest I break my stride.

God bless it... I just don't even know, dude. I really don't.