For the longest time I was despairing. I have started, made progress, and then abandoned better eating habits and exercise SO many times.
My highest weight has been 241; I remember being 200 at my father's funeral on 4/27/11 (because I fit into a Size 14W dress to speak that day). A few weeks ago I realized I was right back to 241.
Every time I lose more than the initial 5 lbs that I lose EVERY time I start/restart, I seem to get cocky, start feeling "thin", think it's going to be easy to lose the rest, and then let everything go to hell in a handbasket.
As of today, though, I have lost 13 lbs in 30 days! And it hit me tonight, when I got back from my walk--I'm actually starting to feel HOPEFUL again!!
So many times it has seemed just impossible to stick with anything, and I'd make excuses about how stressful my work is, or how unhappy something might be making me, etc, etc.
But for some reason I decided AGAIN a month ago that I just can't spend the rest of my life like this, feeling so many years older than I am, letting life just pass me by while I sit on the couch complaining that my knees hurt or my back hurts or my feet hurt.
I'm very thankful for whatever hit me that night while I listened to the NutriBullet infomercial for the umpteenth time. I felt like maybe this would be my last chance to make a real effort to get healthier. (Oh, yeah--and for the first time in my life, I found out my cholesterol was high--over 260. That was another wake-up-and-try-again call.)
Anyway, this was a 3-day holiday weekend--a time when I usually make excuses to do things like go to our area's annual "Fair" and pig out on fried dough dripping in butter and cinnamon and mini-donuts and bloomin' onions with horseradish dip.
Instead, this weekend I did one hike, 2 long walks, and I turned down pumpkin pie AND ice cream.
I'm feeling SO much better. Please, Lord, help me keep it going this time!