I wanted to share my progress so others can maybe not give up hope.
Two years ago in March of 2019, I turned my life around. My grandfather had just passed due to heart disease, my father had lost his toe due to his weight and obesity and I declared to myself that I was going to be the turning point. I stepped on the scale and regrettably found myself weighing in at 245lbs. The heaviest I had ever weighed.
I started counting my calories, taking my workouts seriously and chipping down at my weight and by February of the following year, I was 187lbs. I looked great, I felt great. I had run a few 5K with more races on the way, I was at my prime. If only I knew the rollercoaster of a year 2020 would be for me.
In March 2020, the world was taken by storm. I was riddled to anxiety, a budding relationship I had with this girl all fell apart and I feared for the safety of my mother, who was high risk and worked in the hospitals everyday. My new coping mechanisms I found in the gym was gone. I fell back on old habits and I ate and drank a good chunk of the weight back. With nowhere to go, anyone to see, I didn't even bother trying my new skinny clothes from time to time to see if they'd still fit. By the time I had noticed the weight gain the damage was done.
Fast forward to March 2021. My mind could dwell on the fact that I took a step back. But I don't feel like I did. I figured it out once. I've proven to myself I can do it. My body composition is a lot different this time(Before, my pants size was 40W, now its a 36W). I'm actually stronger now than I was starting out two years ago too. I already started to lose the weight again.
Don't get me wrong, I did want give up. But don't let the dread stop you. If you did it before, you can do it again.
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