So, in August of this year I stepped on the scale at this aunty-niece wine night I was enjoying and was shocked to see the number staring back at me. I had reached 205lbs. Only 5 pounds less than my heaviest weight, which was while 9 months pregnant. I had no excuses to lean on. I wasn't nursing, hadn't been for many months, in fact most of this gain took place months after my baby was born, and after I was done breastfeeding. I knew in an instant it was 100% due to my carefree love of food. I had been eating like calories and weight gain didn't exist, and it showed. If seeing that number on the scale didn't send the message home for me, seeing the pictures taken that night sure did. This was not what I looked like in my head. So, I promised myself that night I wouldn't let it get worse, and needed to working on losing weight asap. I started slow and easy, we spent tons of time camping in August with friends and family and I knew being strict with my diet was pretty unrealistic. I did stop taking second helpings and made smarter choices where I could. September was crazy with school starting up for my kids and all that comes with it, but I did my best to not eat like a total idiot and stopped drinking my calories, opting for a butt-ton of water and the occasional diet soda or club soda with a zero calorie additive squirt thingy. On October 21, I realized I was down to 195.8lbs and was talking to a friend and basically said "fuck it, I can do this. I KNOW I can. I will." And started diligently logging my calories in, starting at 1850 calories per day, which was roughly 500 less than my TDEE. After 2 weeks, my appetite had dramatically decreased so I decided I could do less, and decreased to 1200 calories per day. Between October 21 and November 21 I lost 12.4lbs. Now since then, things have slowed down. Which can be really frustrating at times, even though I know the various legitimate reason weight-loss slows the closer you get to a healthy weight. Some days it is so hard to not throw my hands up and say "this is good enough!" I'm now 175.4lbs which is much less than I've been in quite some time. So it feels good. But I promised myself this time around I wouldn't stop and maintain until I reached my ultimate goal weight of 140. All this to say, on these hard day's, where I want to just convince myself I'm content with where I'm at, I put together a side-by-side comparison of my current self and that picture from August 9th, when I saw 205 staring back at me and I feel accomplished, motivated and capable. And ready to keep going, so that one day I can compare my 205 self with my 140 self.
Edit: sorry for the huge run-on text block, I'm on mobile.
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