I mean seriously, why do I forget?
I went home on Wedensday and got on the treadmill (I wish I had a picture of my running clothes. EEK, not good.)
I always have this thought that I have to start at the beginning. Like I am always going back to 277 pounds. It wasn't, I could run for a couple minutes and then walk. It felt so good.
I've been, what I consider, on point with my food and I'm using my lapband as a tool again. I'm not sure I would know what to do without it.
I've forgot what confidence comes with taking charge of my health. I'm so glad to be working on myself.
It isn't about being where I was, it is about feeling the way I felt. Does that make sense? I'm focusing more on the feelings and enjoying the moments instead of what the scale reads. I have faith that the scale will follow.
I was starting to turn down things, refuse to do things that I like because of how big I was becoming again. Today I am winning the fight.
|My new piercing (still swollen.) I think it is so cute!|
|My new glasses and my post run face!|
|Christmas present and proof that I got moving!|