So I've recently started a weight loss program, it went wonderfully for the first three weeks, then life got in the way. Ok so life didn't so much get in the way as much as my love for pepperoni with extra cheese did. I have gained back 2 of the 11 pounds I lost, which I'm kinda bummed out about but here's why this time around is different. Today I ate left over pizza and didn't go to the gym, normally this would induce horrible guilt ridden feelings in me, driving me to seek comfort in chocolate and old Sex and the City episodes. (I'm a Carrie btw, in case you were wondering) but today, instead of moping around, feeling sorry for myself and eating myself into an early grave, I came home had a sensible dinner with my folks and we read from that "Eat to Live" book on the Nook I got my mom for Christmas. I think the trick to success this time around is to not have that all or nothing attitude, just because I didn't feel like going to work out doesn't mean all the other stuff goes out the window it sounds simple but we all know those feelings, unless you're a genetically gifted person aka freak of nature; you know what it's like to diet and exercise to lose weight.
So many times I have tried to loose weight and failed, I've done every pill, fad diet, and dangerous thing you can think of and then some. It's strange to think that when I was dating a toxic, mean spirited person who always told me to lose weight, I ended up in inevitably gaining more! Now that I'm in supportive, healthy and loving relationship, I don't feel the pressure to lose weight but it just seems to happen. My parents started a semi-vegan diet and my mom has cut her dialysis time by 30%, being surrounded by people who have the same goals you do is more than helpful. I'm no where near bikini ready yet, but I know in a few months I'll be well on my way to being healthy. Here's to every other chubby girl in the world, past, present and future, remember you make your own paths in this world, it's up to you to decide what you're made of.