I talked about starting my weight loss journey and so far, it’s going pretty well. I’m down 15 pounds in 5 weeks (not too shabby if I do say so myself). I feel much better and have more energy. I love this program I’m on because not only does it help me take the weight off, but its teaching me why I eat the way I do, how to change that and how food is not the enemy. Creating and maintaining a completely different mind set is hard but it’s so worth it.
I’m not saying that I don’t still have struggles, because I do. I have hidden all the junk food in the house so that it’s not where I see it all day, every day. It makes the others in my household a bit frustrated because they don’t know where I’ve put things, but I’ve also asked them not to buy this stuff unless they plan to keep it where I can’t see it. I don’t think I’m asking for much and for the most part, they really do try to keep it out of sight.
I’m not taking this journey alone, either. That makes all the difference in the world. My best friend is doing this with me, even though she started well before I did. Having her there for support and guidance has made such a big difference to me this time around. Just like all the other things that we’ve done together, having her there makes it fun and keeps me going. My family is fully behind me this time and their support means the world to me. Just hearing my husband say that he wants me to feed him the same meals that I’m eating on program, that’s huge. He does love his food and to be willing to go in a different direction it’s fantastic. It might also save his life or at least prolong it. I need him to be here to help me through life for a very long time.
I do still have my struggles though. I don’t like to exercise and it takes a lot to get me motivated to do that. I’m starting small and just trying to get my steps in with walking. I’m not hitting the goal that I want yet but I’m making strides…..lol (see what I did there). I make a game out of most of it to challenge myself. Sometimes I’m up for it and sometimes I’m not but I do keep making forward progress. I consider it a win a long as I’m hitting my weekly goal. Even with the stumbles now and then, I just pick myself back up and press on. I don’t give up just because of one little mistake. I don’t quit just because it’s hard. If I dig deep and just keep putting one foot in front of the other, I’ll make it to the end. Just like I did during my first 5K when I thought I was going to die, my first 10K when I couldn’t feel my legs by the end and my feet were so full of blisters I couldn’t wear actual shoes for two weeks, I’ll keep going until I see that finish line. And then, I’ll make a new goal and start a new race, a new journey and live a much healthier happier life. That is, after all, what all of us really want out of life.
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