If you would’ve told highschool me, that weight would’ve been a struggle, I would’ve laughed in your face. I was a 110 lbs max and could finish a foot long double meat sub sandwich with a large chips, drink and cookie in minutes.
Then fast forward to college me. A little heavier but still good. My stomach was still flat, but I had more curves. I’ll allow it.
After college i definitely put on the pounds, while preparing for married life, but if you asked me, i was just getting "fine"
Then I had a false pregnancy with in a few months of marriage
Then the birth of my daughter and a miscarriage with in the next 3 years. There was this post college, post wedding, post baby, struggling in my marriage, working full time, in grad school body and I was BIG y’all!
Then suddenly I found myself a widow. Depression set in. I barely ate, worked out ALOT and when I did eat, it was mostly shakes and smoothies! But man... I was down 40lbs and receiving attention and shout outs, which I thought would fill a void and but eventually that too subsided
Eventually I found myself in a good and happy place. I remarried to an amazing guy and am truly happy. I gained a little weight back but overall was still doing ok
Fast forward 3 years. In a better place, and my waistline shows.
Fast forward 3 years. In a better place, and my waistline shows.
Yall know I love a selfie, but when it got to a point, that there were no good angles, I had to do something. I started working with a health coach and became more intentional on taking my probiotics.
I was placed on a strict regimen that limits my calories and carbs and really made me rethink the way I see food, and why I find it a comfort.
I'm not gonna lie, the first 3 days were Horr-I-Ble!!! I legit told my husband, this was how i was going to die. But after week 2, it really wasn't that bad.
Fast forward to week 4. Y’all I was scared to look at the scale, so I weighed in Tuesday, just in case i ate too much Thursday and the numbers were crazy high on my official weigh in day. On Thursday , I ate and enjoyed the carbs
I chose not to make my favorite desserts, so not to tempt my self.
I weighed in Friday as I was supposed to, and was down 1/2 of a lb more.
One month and 10.4 lbs gone.
In my mind that didn’t seem like a lot.
Especially when i look in the mirror π’
But then I remembered the pic below.
I had to remind myself not to revert to negative self speak and to celebrate victories even if they seemed small. That it took 3 years for me to get here, so it may take a some months to get to where I want to be, and build the skills to maintain it.
Y’all I have thought about this process for months, maybe years, tried a ton of different things and had a million and excuses.
- it costs too much (actually I spend about the same as I had been spending on lunch)
- the food will be gross. (Am I eating to live or living to eat? And the food isn’t as bad as I thought)
- I will miss my coffee too much (I still can have a skinny vanilla)
- what about my breadπ§? I
So while I was so worried about all that I would miss out on, I didn’t imagine what I would gain:
- knowledge about what I can and can’t eat
- self discipline to say no
- confidence in myself to start something and stick with it.
- learning to cook food that tastes good and doesn’t hurt my body
- energy to clean the house and cook a whole thanksgiving meal with out needing multiple breaks
- the knowledge of looking at a menu before going to a restaurant so I can choose wisely
So here's to the journey. Feel free to join me!
