I've been on this journey a few times. Feels like a few thousand times really.
I first started it in 2011, and I got about -30 lbs in and then I just stopped. Then I did it again in 2013, and I got about -40 lbs in and then I got injured and I stopped. I got comfortable with my (then) new boyfriend (now husband), and I didn't feel like I needed to keep going. He loved me for exactly as I was. So why couldn't I?
Well, a couple years and +50 lbs later, and here I am yet again. Trying this journey out. I have an 8 month old daughter now and she's me true motivation. I want to be able to play with her and keep up with her. I want to play soccer, baseball, tag... anything she wants.
I thought it was going to be really hard to start up again. I mean, healthy eating has never been hard for me. I like healthy food and I think it's delicious. My biggest hurdle is laziness and exercising. It's just so easy to run out and get takeout instead of making something and then having to do dishes. And it's so easy to sit on my bum rather than go to the gym. I can make all the excuses in the world to not go. But there's only one reason I need to go. And her name is Lily.
I'm not 25 days into this new lifestyle of mine. And I don't even know why I ever stopped. I'm a lot happier than I was. I have more energy. I'm sleeping (slighty) better at night (remember, I have an 8-month old). I look for small ways to incorporate even a small 30-second workout into my day. Whether it's doing some squats while holding her, dancing around the living room with her, or walking her up and down the stairs what feels like 100 times. I go on more walks and I'm generally more active. This is the life I want to live.
I have roughly 55 more pounds to lose to be where I want to see if I'm comfortable at. And if not, then 75 more pounds. I will keep at this journey and give it everything I've got. There's no giving up.