I have logged a total of 104 miles since I began running.

That’s 104 miles of me consciously putting on my running shoes to do something I used to hate but have grown to enjoy.

To date, I have lost at least 36 lbs. according to my documented weight changes.

In the past, I’ve documented my weight loss. The other day I decided to dig up those old journals just to see where I was and how I progressed back then.

I was surprised to learn that this is the most weight I’ve lost. Ever.

When I first started, my goal was just to lose weight. But after a lot of time and introspection, I learned that the weight problem was just a symptom. There were other things in my life that needed to be fixed first in order for me to lose the weight.

Now my focus is not just to lose weight, but to change my relationship with food. I don’t want it to be a source of joy, relief, or social time. I want it to just be something I need to consume in order to do other things that make me happy. I want to find happiness somewhere else, like in the things I do or the people I choose to have in my life.

I can do this, even if it’s for the third time. Except now I’m armed with tools and tactics to keep me focused and on track. Maybe this means I can get even further than I have before.