I don't know why I allowed myself to be sabotaged. Why did I give in to the constant barrage of junk food and just too much food that hunted me down for the last 10 months or so? Why did I gain back so much weight that I worked so hard to lose in the first place?
It doesn't make sense to me. I am infinitely happier when I am eating well and exercising and looking better and better every day.
I am miserable when I am eating junk and feeling full all the time and not exercising and busting out of my clothes. Feeling cute is really important to me after spending too many years feeling unattractive and worthless, and I have been letting the cuteness I recaptured slip away.
I haven't been relying on God, and it is too hard on my own. I need His power to get over these hurdles and I need people in my life to push me and keep me accountable. So I have once again asked for help.
A few weeks ago I started walking/half-heartedly jogging two miles every night with my friend Rocio, and I was disheartened when I didn't see or feel results right away. But I kept it up, knowing that results would come, as I worked on getting my eating under control. It wasn't hard to do during the week. One day my roommate came into the kitchen and found me eating a cucumber.
Michelle: "Are you just eating a cucumber?"
And it was good.
The real challenge was maintaining control at the vet on the weekends. There is always so much food there. Always. So. Much. Food.
In the middle of last week, the scale finally started to move, and within three days it went down 12 pounds. I was stoked! When I went to work on Saturday, my scrub top was looser than it has been in a long time. The weekend before it was like a sausage casing.
Sunday night I went out after work to have dinner with my family for my cousin's birthday, and I wore this dress, and I felt cute. Knowing that I still have 30 pounds to lose to get back to my lowest weight from my original weight loss, I certainly didn't feel as good as I know I will, but this is a start.
There's no point in wallowing in my failures. I am choosing to push forward and conquer this.
Today I'm feeling cute in my new tube top from Target. My collar bones took a little vacation, but they're starting to come back again. I love collar bones.