3 days ago I made the choice to get healthy. After reaching my highest ever weight of 116.7kg (257lb) I decided I can’t do this anymore. At 5’7” and 22F I don’t carry it bad, most of my weight is in my hips and butt and I’ve gotten good at choosing the right outfits to hide the right things, but I shouldn’t have to hide anything. I should be happy within myself and I deserve to be healthy. I’m tired of crying over how bad I’ve let myself go.
Well, over the past 3 days I’ve lost 0.4kg, which is just under 1lb. It doesn’t seem like much at all, but it’s reminded me that small victories are still victories.
Over the past couple of years I’ve been losing weight on and off. At the beginning of last year I lost 15kg (33lb) within 3 months, although I quickly gained it back. Since then I’ve found that I get into this mindset of “well, I’m not seeing results yet so what’s the point?” and usually quit within 2 weeks.
Right now I may not be seeing results in the mirror, but the fact the scale has already dropped some reminds me that it’s still happening. I’m still getting to my goal slowly but surely.
Although I’m not exercising (I have been doing some serious housework), I am intermittent fasting (20:4) and abiding by CICO. It’s been relatively easy so far, so fingers crossed I can stick it out for good this time.
I’m ready to change my life.
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