This time 12 months ago I was minutes away from stepping on the scales to see if the past 6 months was used the best I could. Three weeks from the finale I was confident I couldnt lose but I didnt relax, I stepped it up. Every night for the final three weeks I ran 12.5km every night without fail. I ran in rain, hail and lighting, tears in my eyes from a suspected meniscus tear in my knee but I knew I wanted to weigh in with no regrets. The morning of the final weigh in I jump on the scales at home and had lost exactly 80kg to the gram before heading up to the final weigh in. 79.8kg in 6 months. 50kg in 3 months while at the biggest loser house and another 29.8kg over six months at home while working all over the country in a very demanding job. I won, as I always believed I could. The rest is history.... Or is it?
Posted on: Sat, 11 Oct 2014 12:20:33 +0000
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