When we first looked at our house in April of 2009, as I screwed in the combination for the lock on the door and pushed it open, I just had this feeling it could be home.

Several long months later after signing the paperwork, it was ours and the fun part began.  Tearing out rotted carpet, putting down cat litter in the basement to soak up the smell of who knows what (a combination of oil, animals and mold) and painting for several weeks were just some of the fun things we have been doing.

Last night when I went home and opened the door, it really did feel like it was home, not just some apartment we were hating until something better happened.  Our little dollhouse is shaping up nicely, on a very tight budget of course, but the one thing money can't buy is that feeling you get as you are walking up the stairs smiling that you are in your sanctuary for the evening.

The staircase isn't anything to write about.  It is narrow, somewhat steep, you need to duck if you are over 6 foot tall and it creaks loudly.  There are some banisters on it I have painted a creamy color that are nice shapes and the new carpet on it helps a lot, but it is nothing really special.  It, the stairs, not the bad smell that hit us the first time we looked at the house, almost blew the deal for me.

As I climbed them in April I had to go one step at a time.  Since the only bathroom in the house is located up them, I thought about what a pain in the neck it was going to be to drag my fat butt up them every time I needed the loo during the day.  That was forty pounds heavier then I am now and though I can see my weight loss in my face, in my clothing and on the scale, the biggest little changes I am seeing, or feeling, is on those stairs.

Though I didn't run up them, I did sort of spring up them last evening.  It hit me that I was climbing like a normal person, not one step at a time bringing both feet together on it and then pushing off on the good one.  At 330 pounds it is a lot easier to get up the steps then at 374.  I can only smile when I think about how good 160 is going to feel. 

One to two pounds a weeks is what I am aiming for and it is healthy, realistic and I really don't even feel like I'm on a diet.  I feel like my lifestyle, healthstyle and most importantly, my mind has changed about how I see my weight.  It IS coming off.  This time my big goal is to not just hit my goal, but keep it off the rest of my stair-climbing life.

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