Fourteen months into my weightloss journey and I have less than 20 pounds until my goal weight. I can see the muscle start to gain definition in my shoulders, arms, stomach and thighs. It is a taste of success that I can't get enough of.
I have felt so uncomfortable with my body for so long. I can't remember what if feels like to not worry about how you look in every setting. The stress, the voice in my head mocking everything I did has shut up. I can be such a jerk to myself.
So much wasted time. Wasted energy. Wasted opportunities. I will NOT let my body hold me back any longer. I am strong. I am determined. I want to live. Every morning I want to seize the day like it is my last. Love my family with all my heart. And face the challenges each day holds head on.
Current weight: 173
Goal weight: 155
I have 17 pounds left to my goal weight but I am beginning to realize the number doesn't matter. The woman in the mirror matters. I don't want to be skinny. I want to be strong, defined and healthy. Eight years to figure out what healthy is. How to feel normal and live a good life.
I'm not perfect. I still see a fat girl in the mirror on my bad days. I still wonder about my pouch and my jiggliness in social situations. I still give myself a hard time when I put something in my body I how isn't good for me. But as long as I'm mostly healthy I can make a few mistakes.
I am human but I never knew what living was like. Now I feel like I can chase my dreams. It took my son to show me who I am and my husband to support me along the way. I am on lucky lady.
Have a wonderful day,
Jennifer