This stairway is significant.
70 pounds ago, when I was still working full time in the city, these stairs ran alongside the escalator at the train station. I always took the escalator.
One day, the first week of my weight loss journey, I thought I would take the stairs to burn a few calories. They were so hard to do that I had to rest half way up for a second! I was huffing and puffing and sweating my way up. I thought my heart would beat out of my chest and I could die right there.
Today, I decided to run up the stairs because the escalator was pretty crowded.
I ran up those steps like they were nothing. Not only didn't I rest but there was no sweating, there was no huffing and puffing. I could've carried on a full conversation! I didn't feel taxed in any way. I felt like I could've ran another 100 steps. It just felt normal. No problem. Like a stroll in the park.
It was like magic.
Or scratch that. Not magic. HARD WORK.
The progress has been so slow that sometimes it's hard to realize how different I really am, or how far I've truly come. The scale moves slowly and occasionally I'll move down a size. Yes, I even ran/walked a half marathon... but, wow, to remember how it felt the first time I ran up these steps to now.... it's incredible.
It just goes to show, if you keep in the fight, you can tackle anything. One step at a time.