Thursday, December 27, 2012
It's time to start over. I feel like I've made quite a bit of progress in my journey to weightloss than I ever have before in my lifetime. I've lost 5-10lbs here and there but dropping from 271lbs to 212lbs seems encouraging.
People ask how I do it, and are honestly curious about my changing body but most of the time I don't bother telling them. I don't take the time to teach them something that they won't implement in their life anyways. I feel so hopeless when I hear people complain all day about wanting to lose weight, wanting to live healthier, and longer but then turn around and drink a Coke and eat the cheeseburger they just bought. It's frustrating. It's like surviving an addiction to drugs yet everyone around you (mostly) are doing the drugs all day. I've recently resumed working out after the secession of breastfeeding my baby, and everyone is so very negative. They ask, "how long is that going to last?" or seem shocked, "You're working out?!?" :( I've been working out every day for the past 2 weeks and have shown consistency in my dieting (and weight loss) yet so much doubt from coworkers is really offensive and depressing. Am I bound to fail?
I am young but recently I am embracing the facts of my own mortality. It feels like people get sick around you, from diabetes, cancer, and then they lose their limbs or eye sight and don't live much longer after that. How sad that that happens when you can prevent that. I want to live... not just be alive.