The scale at the doctor's office said 300
I hadn't weighed myself in two months. A year and a half into marriage, comfortable, avoiding the number. Then a routine appointment put it in front of me anyway. Three hundred.
That January I said no more. By December I was down 55 pounds.
Then I stalled. Six months at the same weight. I know exactly how it goes — life gets loud, the streak breaks, the scale stops moving. That's not the end of my story. It's the reason this club exists. I'm not done, and I need the accountability as much as you do. So I'm doing the second half in public, and I'm taking everyone who wants to come.
Everyone in this club is halfway. Doesn't matter if you've got 100 to lose or 20 — the second you start, you're halfway between who you were and who you're becoming. You don't join by being fit. You join by starting.