Well, sorta. I was driving home from work this evening after a fulfilling day of keeping myself busy and came to a revelation:
I do not want to be fat anymore.
In the past 2 years, I have lost 65 pounds, bringing my weight down to a heavy-yet-manageable 165. Then some family trouble came about...wedding plans got crazy....and work got interesting and not in a good way (why must everything happen in 3's) and I now find myself having gained back 30 pounds, putting me at a very overweight 195. Not cute. Not healthy. Not a happy camper. I've been struggling with this weight fluctuation for the last few months but haven't done much about it. A work out here...a workout there and then a nice, big pig out session over the weekend. Victory is so not mine right now.
Today just feels different. I wasn't freaking out after a heavy meal, I've accepted that I'll be a fat bride for my wedding, and I haven't been insanely jealous of anyone who has lost a lot of weight recently to urge me on. This is me just being totally sick and tired of being overweight and unhappy about it and it's time to do something about it again. Yes, it sucks to fall off the weight-loss wagon, but as they say: it's not how many times you fall, but how quickly you pick yourself back up again.
It's time to brush myself off, pick myself up and get back on the weight-loss band wagon. My goal weight is 131 pounds, which is what I weighed my senior year of college. I was thin and toned and looked damn good! Yes that's 65 lbs away but it can be done. Anything is possible. And with a 5'2" frame, 131 is not unreasonable at all.
So, I am dedicating Tuesday posts to weight loss/fitness/food love. Hopefully most posts will be positive, and the negative ones will be learning experiences. Time to take action. Let's go!
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