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Good Saturday evening! 

I think I finally figured out why people like to write Blogs...the reason I want to write now is that I have found there are things that I would like to talk about but I don't know other people who want to talk about the same thing.

Let me give you an example:

Over the course of the past 5 years, I have lost 73 pounds.  From January 2013 till about August, I lost around 60 pounds. I kept that off until early 2015.  I started working an office job, which I never did before, and I gained about 20 pounds back.  In the summer of 2017, I got partly back on track and lost 5 pounds, but just couldn't get the rest off. My goal weight at that time was 160...and I was hovering around 175 - 178.  Finally sometime late last Fall, with some encouragement from my DH, I started losing again and since then have reached my 160 pound goal...reset my goal to 155, reached that goal...reset my goal to 150...and I reached that goal last week!  Now my goal is what ultimate goal is.. 147 pounds!  I don't know if I will ever get there, but if I can stay at 150, I will be thrilled...I was thinking I wouldn't even make it to 160...and here I am...10 pounds less than that! 

This is the problem with talking about this.  The only people I know, with the exception of my DH, either don't have and never have had as serious a weight problem as I have, or they still have a weight problem and they really don't seem to like to hear about my success.  Perhaps it is the way that I approach it, but at least I finally remembered that I have a place to come and share my thoughts.

Have a blessed evening!

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