Wednesday, June 01, 2016
I don't even know where to start... 2016 has been such a difficult year for so many people. Unfortunately, I didn't escape. My sweet baby Puccini died in my arms on May 19th. He was 16 years old. It happened overnight and was so unexpected. It broke my heart and I am working on healing.
I finally came to terms with that I had regained all the weight I had lost - and then some. There was a period of time at the beginning of this year that I was in full-on sabotage mode. It was a miserable experience. It didn't help that I was detoxing from my prescriptions cold-turkey (don't do this my friends). It was like I was daring myself to see how much weight I could gain. And because I'm a champ, I outdid myself.
I bought workout pants that fit and I bought a journal again... I've dubbed it my recovery journal. I have used it to record what I have eaten and drank each day as well as record any movement that I did. It's strange, being offline and accountable only to myself has been a blessing... it reminded me why I started blogging in the first place...before I had 70,000 views to my Spark page (holy bananas).
Long story short, I got more movement in one month than I have gotten collectively in the past year. I also ate in moderation and lost 6.6 pounds. It was a great, moderate start to getting back to where I was. Moderation is my goal this time... it's been very difficult not engaging in extreme behaviors (back in the day when I lost 12-20 pounds a month), but I don't want to have to do this again. Ever, ever ever.
I'm working on healing my soul at the lake. I only have another day, but am hoping for sun so I can take advantage of nature in its full glory. Missing my baby xo