In 74 days, I will be married to the love of my life. He’s wonderful, he’s successful, and he’s a total hottie.
And I’m the heaviest I’ve ever been.
When he proposed last year, I thought that the wedding would light a fire under my ass to get back in shape. But then the pandemic happened. I lost my job. I got a new job that paid less where I had constant access to delicious, fattening foods. I caught Covid and spent 34 days bedridden and two more months afterwards struggling to breathe. I keep waiting for the motivation to come, but it never does.
Between wedding planning in a pandemic and getting ready to start school again as a 27 year old and moving apartments a month before the wedding and my parents getting an ugly divorce after 30 years, I’m struggling. The stress eating is out of control. Most days my anxiety is so heavy that I just can’t fathom exercising beyond my daily walks.
I feel awful about my body, nothing fits, all I see in pictures of myself is gut and double chin. It’s time to make a change.
I know there’s only so much I can do in like 10 weeks but I’m trying to remind myself that it’s 10 weeks more than nothing.
I reserved myself a spot at the gym tomorrow, I’ve meal prepped nice healthy breakfasts and lunches for the next few days and I’m really driven to at least try.
Any support or encouragement is super appreciated.
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