A few years ago I was really upset that I’d gained some weight and weighed 143 pounds.
Looking back at that post, all I can think is “that’s cute.” I now weigh nearly 20 pounds more than that.
My clothes aren’t fitting well, and I’m looking at every recent photo of myself and critiquing it.
Like this one, from the run last weekend. All I see is the “fluff” around my midsection, and I’m not talking about the tutu.
Or this one of me and my intern, where all I see my puffy face.
Yeah…no emotional eating here. (I gained weight basically as soon as my mom got sick.)
I’m reading 13 Things Mentally Strong People Don’t Do, and one section talks about a guy who wanted to lose weight but basically was afraid of changing his lifestyle — and it hit SO close to home. Yes, I love going out and drinking wine with my friends, but the frequency I’m doing it is not serving me AT ALL.
Tina and I decided I’d start the meal plan next week, but I have to admit that I’ve had a really hard time with body image since finally acknowledging all of this earlier this week and not ignoring it.
I texted with Tina earlier and told her all of this and she gave me a really good pep talk.
I’m not sure what my goal weight is, to be honest — it’s more about how I look and feel than an actual number, truly — but I’ve lost 50 pounds. I can do this. At least, that’s what I’m telling myself right now.
And I’m going to blog/IG about it as much as I can.
Any advice on losing weight a second time? Or things you want me to write about in this?