I did it. It was difficult to convince myself, to push myself to finish what I've started, but I did it.
I worked out.
You probably don't know this, but it's taken me the courage of a thousand lifetimes to decide to take care of myself, take control of my life, and start over again.
At 26, it's a bit different than it was at 24, than it was at 22. I feel the same on the inside, but my body cannot keep up with the 224 pounds of flesh stifling it. My body is all out of whack, along with a lot more personal stuff, and I'm sick of it. I don't have much youth left, though I may be acting fatalistic on this one, but I want to spend it healthy, happy, and doing the things I love with my husband.
I have so much more to live for now than I ever have before.
That also may be a tad bit dramatic...but I've decided that our future depends on me becoming healthy. There have been SO. MANY. EXCUSES. for me not to do this. If I do complete this task, though, all the excuses that I used simply won't exist anymore. At least in the same way.
So, here I am, sitting in my sweaty workout gear, thawing chicken in hopes to make a low carb, high fat meal (I'll probably write about that some other time), that will only be the first of many.
This time, I can do this
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