Wednesday, September 26, 2012
I'm still having trouble breaking out of the cloud of laziness I was in, and getting off the couch, but I'm getting there. I'm doing some sort of exercise every day, even if it's just for a few minutes. I'm paying more attention to what I eat and cook. I just keep reminding myself how much I've already lost (and in one week at that), and how much I have left to reach my "goal". Although, to be perfectly honest with you, how much I weigh isn't as important to me as how I look. If I can get the body I've alway dreamed of, and weigh 150, I don't care, because at least I know I'll be fit, and I'll be happy with my body.
I've always had self-image issues, ever since I was a kid, but they were never so bad that I developed an eating disorder or anything, but I know I can do it. I know I can get the body I want, and quit being so uncomfortable now. And my self-image was even worse since I had a daughter, but I know I can lose weight, get fit, and have the sexy body I dream of. It won't be long before I'm strutting around my bedroom in sexy lingerie. I can already imagine my boyfriend's reaction when he comes home from bootcamp (he'll leave no later than February) and he sees the incredible changes I've made.