Friday, January 09, 2015
I have to admit I was dreading my first weigh in of 2015. After moving back in with my parents in October, my whole routine came to a screeching halt. I had to give up my gym and the one personal trainer that I actually liked, my parents love ordering out, and thanks to my old friend Depression I lost my will to even go to the small fitness center in my parents' apartment complex. The cherry on top was me and my husband separating. To be honest, I was more upset about the fact I was going to be an obese single woman (I am aware of how horrible that sounds).
I don't know what my next breaking point was. Maybe it was the realization that I'm 4 years away from turning 30, and could very easily be 30 and obese. Or maybe it's because a lot of my dreams are put on hold because I'm not comfortable doing them at the size I am now. Whatever the reasons are, I knew I was done, and I sure as hell wasn't going to gain back the 41 pounds I had already lost. My situation isn't ideal, but I realized I just have to make it work with what I've been given. The result? I've lost 3.8 pounds since the start of the year. I don't know how the rest of the year is going to play out, or even tomorrow. But considering how I feel now, I say: "Bring it on".