Everytime I have attempted a weightloss journey in the past, I always did pretty well until something went sour in my life and knocked me completely off track. It always takes me months and months to try again afterwards. Last week was the worst week I’ve had in a long time, deaths in the family, sickness, flare up in my insomia, mental health got very bad again very quickly. Fell behind in my classes, missed work. Overall a nosedive but for once I actually leaned on the new habits I’ve been learning instead of abandoning them. I went for more walks cause I knew it would make me feel a bit better. With all the shame i felt falling behind in important classes I had at least one thing to be proud of everyday, one thing I did good for myself. Of course even with eating in a calorie deficiet and getting 10k steps everyday, the high stress and lack of sleep made my weight stay at a standstill. But more importantly, I didn’t lose my routine, if anything it got stronger.
I’ve been doing the 75 hard challenge (modified) and the biggest take away I’ve gotten from it so far is the feeling of accomplishment. I’m so hard on myself, but at least once every day now, I get to feel good about my accomplishment. And it truly has done wonders for my mental health. I’ve struggled pretty severely in the past, and while it’s always going to be a part of me, the lows last a lot less when I’m being active, getting outside, and eating well.
TL:DR I be tooting my own horn
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