Why would someone be thankful for an awful photo? Because it proves how far you’ve come. I swore the photo on the left would never see the light of day. Well, today it does.
The photo on the left was taken around this time last year. When I saw the photos, I decided it was time to lose weight. It was another 9 months before I actually started to seriously do something about it. Now I’m proud to say I only have one chin!
I’ve seen a lot of success in my monthly check-in’s but today I was worried. I thought there was no way I could maintain this steady progress. To recap, while I had only dropped 4 pounds I managed to lose a little over 10 inches in 2 months.
The first month was just a matter of doing it. Creating a habit. Proving to myself that I was actually going to do this. The second month I dialed in on my nutrition and started to see results. What would the third month have in store for me?
I’m happy…no wait…I’m ecstatic to share that I’ve lost 9.25 inches this month alone! The scale has also caught up with me, too! In 4 weeks, I dropped 11 pounds. YES! In total I’ve lost 15 pounds and nearly 20 inches.
Non-scale victories helped me stay on track. Last week I celebrated being 6 months sober. No, not from alcohol but instead from fast food and Diet Coke. When I moved from Michigan to Seattle, I was lonely. I had no friends. No one to go out to dinner with. Not to mention I was oh-so-homesick. McDonald’s tasted the same here as it did back home. I ate and I ate and I ate. Then on March 17, 2014, I stopped. I wish I could say I don’t miss it but I do. Everyday. That’s how I know I’m an addict. I’ll always be an addict. But I’m an addict who overcomes temptation everyday.
The compliments are starting to roll in. People tell me how “skinny” I look. Let’s not get crazy. I’m not skinny (nor do I want to be. I’m working towards being fit!) but I am noticing a significant difference and so are those around me. Now’s the time I get worried. It’d be easy for me to start cutting myself some slack. Rewarding myself with a cheat day…or three. Instead, I reflect.
When I quit fast food, I never imagined I’d make it this long. When I started working out, I never imagined I’d stick with it this long. I’m proving to myself it’s worth doing. I’m motivated by my upcoming 30th birthday in a few months. More than that, I’m motivated to finish what I’ve started no matter how long it takes.
Life is bound to throw me curveballs that are out of my control. My journey towards getting the body I want is 100% under my control. My time at the gym needs to be my therapy. My meditation. My escape. My time in the kitchen needs to be methodical. Planned out. Delicious.
“Celebrate what you accomplish, but raise the bar each time you succeed.”
Now is not the time to be complacent. Now is the time to work harder. Now is the time I prove to myself that I’ll clear yet another hurdle. I can do this. I will do this. I am doing this.
I couldn’t do this without my amazing trainer and friend Karen Burton. Be brave enough to ask for help. Be brave enough to accept it. Be brave enough to let Karen transform you in ways you can only imagine. http://www.karenburtonfitness.com