I really hate this picture. I hate what I've gotten myself into.
There are a whole lot of other "hates" I have right now, but those aren't worth mentioning.
I'm choosing to be positive because dwelling on those is motivational, yes, but also limits me and depresses me. I'm not crippled or bed ridden. God has given me insight and motivation and I'm using it to muster up the courage to move as much as I can and make healthier choices.
I have felt SO GOOD this week. I attribute it to Plexus, really and truly. It has flipped my moods around. I hardly crave sugar anymore except in the small gap of time around getting off work. I've lost 4 lbs this week - mostly from that nightmare rampage I called Memorial Day weekend. What was I thinking? I went to the gym twice yesterday and this morning for little spurts at a time. Keep in mind, it's just not that easy to move when you are.. um.. my size. This sucks because despite being heavy for most of my life, I have always been pretty athletic. I love playing sports. Tennis, soccer, basketball, volleyball, dance, you name it. I got this from my dad - he was a heavy set kid, too, but always played sports and was really athletic. It was always just because I was bigger I was a little slower but still had the knack for it, you know? I would love love love to be back to where I just didn't hurt all the time. That is what sucks the most of all of this.. the pain.
Doesn't this just sound like an awful pity party? My bad. Needless to say, where I am SUCKS, but I am SO CONFIDENT in where I am going and how I am getting there. I know I have a lot to work on myself, but if you need help PLEASE let me know. Accountability and friendship is awesome during this.
We all have a starting place.
<3 Megan
There are a whole lot of other "hates" I have right now, but those aren't worth mentioning.
I'm choosing to be positive because dwelling on those is motivational, yes, but also limits me and depresses me. I'm not crippled or bed ridden. God has given me insight and motivation and I'm using it to muster up the courage to move as much as I can and make healthier choices.
I have felt SO GOOD this week. I attribute it to Plexus, really and truly. It has flipped my moods around. I hardly crave sugar anymore except in the small gap of time around getting off work. I've lost 4 lbs this week - mostly from that nightmare rampage I called Memorial Day weekend. What was I thinking? I went to the gym twice yesterday and this morning for little spurts at a time. Keep in mind, it's just not that easy to move when you are.. um.. my size. This sucks because despite being heavy for most of my life, I have always been pretty athletic. I love playing sports. Tennis, soccer, basketball, volleyball, dance, you name it. I got this from my dad - he was a heavy set kid, too, but always played sports and was really athletic. It was always just because I was bigger I was a little slower but still had the knack for it, you know? I would love love love to be back to where I just didn't hurt all the time. That is what sucks the most of all of this.. the pain.
Doesn't this just sound like an awful pity party? My bad. Needless to say, where I am SUCKS, but I am SO CONFIDENT in where I am going and how I am getting there. I know I have a lot to work on myself, but if you need help PLEASE let me know. Accountability and friendship is awesome during this.
We all have a starting place.
<3 Megan