Today it has been one year since I stood on my grandmother's scale and realized shit had gone awry.
Up to that point I thought I was slightly overweight but not bad, and that I was doing just fine. I thought it was normal to devour bags of chips, candy and soda everyday. And that since I loved good foods too, I had it going on.
That 232 on the scale changed my mind in a hurry, and I decided to change. I went on a lower calorie diet for 6 weeks and lost a little. then I started going to gym and my clothes got too big. Today I go to the gym a few times a week and I eat things that are good for my body. I don't avoid anything. If I want to eat something I figure out a way to work it into my life. I adjust portion sizes, workout and budget calories to ensure that my ultimate goal of losing weight and being healthy are achieved while living my life at the same time.
Today I wiegh 172 pounds.
I can exercise without getting so winded I'm dizzy.
I can play with my babies.
I can have another baby, and be healthy while doing it.
I can cook amazing foods that nourish my body.
I can run, not for long distances, but I'm working on it.
I can lose 60 pounds
I can lose 17 more.
Happy De-fativersary to me!