c. finally.

5000 double stuf oreo cookies.

40,000 gummi bears.

1100 pieces of pepperoni pizza from Papa John’s.

940 bean burritos from Taco Bell.

what do they all have in common?

well, besides the fact that once upon a time, i loved them (let’s not lie…i pretty much think gummi bears and pizza still rule the world), they each add up to 350,000 calories.

and you know what that adds up to?

100 pounds.

today, that’s what c is. that’s what the c has been all along, leading up to this day.

i finally hit it this morning.

approximately 40,000 fewer gummi bears and three-ish years later.

i was going to post the before and after picture, but it felt too…much. i had them all up and everything. i’m not sure why i can’t post them. i think those of you who didn’t know me in those days would be shocked. i am shocked every time i look at them. but they remind me where i came from and that, regardless of the days i’ve sat around and read eclipse rather than doing work or the times i chose pudding over broccoli, i still did that. all myself. nobody did it for me. it was me. all me. a year or so of counting everything, a year and a half of maintaining, and the last four or five months of figuring out how to love to exercise and kicking it into high gear again.

all me. because i’m just that stubborn.

so today, i hit a mark i thought i’d really never hit.

gotta tell you, it doesn’t suck. it really doesn’t.