Is there anybody out there who has ever had an awful picture taken of themselves?
I did.
August 2011.
It changed me forever.
I was at a point in my life where I didn't say no to myself, especially when it came to my diet.
I knew my jeans had stopped fitting, so I started wearing pants that would stretch, and shirts that would hide it all.
I stopped weighing myself, and figured this was just what I was going to look like, but it was such a gradual change, I didn't realize just how big I'd gotten.
I justified it. I settled. I stopped caring.
Then this picture was taken.
August 2011
I was floored. That wasn't my face! Those can't be my arms! Why don't I wear jeans anymore?! When did all of my clothes stop fitting?! Is that really what I look like?
I suddenly realized I looked as uncomfortable as I felt.
I buried the picture and pretended I had never seen it, but the truth wouldn't go away.
In order to be happy with myself I needed to get healthy, and it was going to be hard work to get there.
I turned my diet around, I was conscious of my portions, I cut down on carbs, upped the protien, veggies and fruit, stopped drinking calories, and made a point to cook at home and pack my lunch.
It wasn't a "diet plan" it was just a new lifestyle.
In four months, I had dropped 15 pounds, four months since then I have managed to maintain it.
April 2012
I look smaller. I like that. I feel better. I know I'm healthier.
Now the real work begins.... Losing the rest of it.
I have another 20 pounds to lose to reach my goal, but more than a number on a scale, I just want to feel good in my own skin.
I start Part II of my "Losing It" journey later this week with a personal trainer.
I hate to sweat, I hate working out, but I'm ready to push myself and get strong.
Here goes everything!
