On February 14, I decided it was time for a major change in my life. Everything had to go, and that meant all the depressed, sad-sack weight that I’d put on over the last 8 years. I was no longer the person who wanted to hear, “but you’re beautiful just the way you are.” While it’s nice to be accepted “as is”, it can also become a a trap, especially if you really don’t want to keep weight on. I am one of those people — I want to resume my old slim self, and I’m doing it — my way. The truth is, I didn’t accept myself “as is”, and why should I if it is I who desires change? I kidded myself for way too long into thinking “fat and lovely” is a truth. For me — it isn’t. For another person, possibly. I am not happy being overweight. I don’t think it looks good, I don’t think it feels good, I DO think it’s unhealthy and I have no thoughts of ever being heavy again.
By the end of the summer, my intention is to have lost 45-50 lbs. As of today, I’m down 21 pounds — this is an amazing achievement for me, and at some point I will document and share just how I am doing it. I am absolutely dedicated to good health and the rediscovery of myself. So far, so good.
It has to come on as a flash, this decision to change one’s life for good. My flash happened in one minute. All of a sudden I just knew — my heaviness was a testimony to all those dreadful years of denying myself a good life. Now, I’m alive. I’m here…and soon I’ll be able to say, “I’m in great shape.” By the end of the summer I will post before and after photos.
That’s all for now, kids.