It’s been a few months. Five and half to be exact. If you can remember that far back, my journey started in February (I Think It’s Time). This is what I looked like:
When I look at these photos, I am amazed at how out of shape I allowed myself to get. At the time, I was both mentally and physically, for lack of a better word, off. For example, almost every day after The Kid left for school, I would go back to bed and sleep half my day away, when I did finally get up, I didn’t care. I was sad, I felt lethargic, useless, bored. I ate 6-8 Tums a day because my meals basically consisted of a bagel and coffee for breakfast, a box of macaroni and cheese for lunch and for dinner I could eat Adam Richman from “Man vs. Food” under the table. I didn’t exercise and my body would think I was nuts if I so much as looked at a blueberry.
But all that has changed. This is me after 22 weeks and 4 days:
When I started I was 154.6. I am now 136.4. It wasn’t easy. I struggled. I love to eat, so that was the biggest and most difficult challenge for me. I exercise almost every day. There are mornings when I am tired and would rather stay in bed because I closed at My Retail Job the night before and didn’t get home until midnight. On those days, I force myself to get up and go exercise because I know how good I will feel after. I sweat hard. I drink water. I feed my body 6-8 times a day with healthy and good foods. I feel like I could conquer the world. That I can achieve anything because my life change has given me my confidence back. DH said I turned the clock back 20 years. Awesome. I love what I see in the mirror. I haven’t had a Tums since February. Because I don’t eat until I am busting at the seams. You may think this is TMI, but I am also the best pooper ever. The benefits are endless and bountiful. I am in an incredible place. I am happier than I’ve been in a long time.
I’d like to make a shout out to someone who I have not met personally yet but who has helped me to find my inner strength. Her name is Susie. She is mom blogger of www.not-your-average-mom.com. When I was about 15 weeks into my “life change” (I don’t use the word “diet” because this is how I plan to live the rest of my life), she started a challenge called “Fit, Fierce and Fabulous” and I joined in (new session starts Monday, click on the link). She pushed me to get my ass out of bed every day. To fight for who I deserved to be. I know I did the hard work, but I couldn’t have done it alone. I am now officially addicted to exercise. New European studies show that it takes 66 days to form a new habit. I am living proof that this is a fact.
I have inspired many people. I know this because these people have told me so. I would have been happy to inspire just one. Major bonus. So, for those of you who say you can’t do it? You are wrong. You can do it. Because I did it. Make the decision now. Not tomorrow, not Monday. Now. Get up. Go for a walk. Take small steps if you must, but take steps. You will be happy you did. Oh, and to answer the question I know you are all asking…the answer is yes. I still drink my wine and eat potato chips. But in moderation. All in moderation.