When enough was enough...
Friday, May 18, 2012
The last time I went to the Doctors office for a flu-like bug, I stepped on the scale and it couldnt read my weight. I was mortified and couldnt look my doctor let alone my nurses in the eye.. I cried all the way home. I went to a pretty bad place for a few days until I decided that this was not me. I am not the type of person whom will sit by and watch life pass her buy. I was not raised that way, had never lived that way, and will be damned if i will die that way. So, I started eating healthier, stopped with the soda, started riding the stationary bike everyday, taking the dogs for a walk instead of just letting them do their business and come back in. I decided that I was going to take my life back one step at a time and anyone who wasnt with me was against me, and that just wasnt happening either.
I went to the doctors yesterday to get some bloodwork done and for a small checkup. First thing the nurse asked when she saw me was, "Did you lose some weight?" Now, I will admit that I had not even attempted to step on a scale since the last visit, and that I didnt FEEL like I had lost any weight, I just felt better. When I told her I didnt know, she had me step on the scale and I must have had the biggest "poo eating "grin on my face because they could actually weigh me. When she put the blood pressure cuff on, she said that even that seemed to fit better. When I sat down in the chair, waiting for the doctor to come in, I wasnt worried that we would have to call in the "Jaws of Life" to get me the hell out of it. Thats not to say that it wasnt still a tight fit, but it wasnt as tight...
All in all, in 2 1/2 months I lost 18 lbs that we were able to measure.. thats not counting how much over the max limit of the scale I actually was. I have more energy and I am all around happier. Even my family has noticed how much nicer I have been these past few months.
I promised myself that I would keep on with this.. keep on moving towards a happier and healthier me. I am still rewarding myself for the small goals I achieve every week and it seems to help keep me motivated..
I will stay motivated because I am worth it.. my life is worth it.. and I will not let my weight dictate who and what I am or what the hell I can do.. I have decided that before and I am deciding that again!