For the past two weeks I have been dedicating myself to being active and tracking every little morsel of food I put into my face.
I have a group of girls at work who are doing this with me and are an incredible support, so if I fall off of the wagon they will be there to hoist my ass back up.
This has been a long time coming.
I’ve battled my weight my entire life, have tried every diet, joined every group, tried the pills, the shakes, the meal plans, and bought the books.
I know how to lose weight.
But when you love food and your brain sees food and tells you one more bite won’t hurt you; do it because it makes you happy; fill that void with chocolate; eat to stop feeling, you do it.
It’s a vicious circle that seems to never end, until one day you finally look in the mirror and go, “wow, hey fat ass, you can’t fit into any of your clothes any more and have horrible self esteem, lets change this.”
So, I’m changing it.
I’m tracking the last Smartie I ate and every meal I consume. I’m getting active and I’m making myself accountable.
Let me tell you, friends, it isn’t easy.
But I am reminding myself over and over that this is for my health, not for a bikini body, cause LAwWWdY knows that ain’t happening, and I didn’t get to this point in a day.
It took time, and dedication to food.
Now, reverse it.
Dedicate myself to healthy living and hope for it to effect my mental health in a positive way, too.
Wish me luck.