Sweet, Sweet Achievement

At the beginning of the year, I embarked on a diet overhaul sort of thing with the loose goals of:

• get lighter --> get faster (approximately 10lbs would be a good goal per various "racing weight" calculators-- I don't do BMI since I'm much more muscular than the average person)
• fit into this adorable pair of polka dot shorts that I bought post-baby, wore for a season, and then couldn't fit into after going through marathon training and eating whatever I felt like
• look and feel better about myself (not that I felt bad before) 

I've already reaped most of the benefits of this diet overhaul (lighter, faster, feel better, fit into my shorts), and am so glad I stuck with it. Yesterday, though, I had my second weekly weigh-in at my goal weight of 135, which means it's not a fluke. I actually did it. I stayed mindful of what I was putting into my body, exercised and trained correctly, and kept my eye on the prize, prioritizing the delayed, long-term gains over instant gratification. 

Seeing that number on the scale and this glorious little rainbow on MyFItnessPal was the icing on the cake (though I don't like icing, so maybe it's more like the 1st place AG finish when you just set a new PR) makes me SO. FREAKING. PROUD. of myself. 

I DID IT! 

While the number is nice and results just what I was hoping for, what makes this so sweet is all of the effort and focus that went into it. If I'd have just woken up one day and instantly been where I am with my fitness, it wouldn't mean as much to me. Reflecting on the hours of planning, training, and cooking, and the seemingly inconsequential little choices that all added up to big changes makes this victory so incredibly meaningful. 

I did it the right way, the healthy way. 
I did it in a slow-and-steady way that I know I can maintain. 
I'm so proud of myself. :D