As it turns out, I've achieved my first weight loss goal and have officially dropped 30 pounds. For me, this is extra good news. I have been working my butt off to see some sort of improvement, and I have. I've been going to the gym at least five times a week. I go for a little over an hour, in which I burn over 1000 calories. My food intake hasn't changed much, but I know that it needs to. Especially considering that I eat out way more than I should. I did however, give up soda. I haven't had one since August 1st, unless you could the little bit of ginger ale with whiskey. I also minimized my fast food intake, extremely. I've only had it a handful of times since August, and it wasn't a ton of it.
I tell you all of this, for no reason other than the fact that I am proud of myself and my progress. I still have a hard time seeing it in myself, although I did post a picture on instagram from July and now and I can sorta see it.
I started this weight loss because I was tired of feeling bad about myself. With being dumped, I had a huge purge in my self esteem, which wasn't that great to begin with. I'm now in a place where I am grasping my life, and doing things for me, not for anyone or that asshole of a boy I used to love. There is even a new boy I have taken interest in, and hopefully I will be able to track him down and give him my number soon.
All in all, I feel well. I'm also a living mantra of Mr. Feeny's "Do Good."
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