Thursday, May 20, 2010
Like most people, I've lost a lot of weight before. I spent my whole Sophomore year of high school counting calories and working out religiously, and it paid off. Junior and Senior year I loved my body, and I had so much fun because of that confidence. Then I got a boyfriend and started college and I slowly gained sixty pounds.
I knew what was happening as it happened, but somehow I haven't been able to recapture the self-control I had at 17. Now I'm 20, and I got up to 206 pounds before I finally decided to do something about it. I need SP for sure this time around, and I'm going to get down to 135-140 before my 21st birthday.
I think part of the reason I've been avoiding getting serious about weight loss is because I've always thought of it as a huge sacrifice. I thought I'd be suffering until I got down to an acceptable weight, but now I realize that a pound lost is a pound lost, even if I'm still in the 200s. And I feel better every time the number on the scale goes down. I'm not suffering; I'm enjoying my life in a healthy way.
My confidence is still far from what it used to be, but I love myself a little more with each workout or salad. I know this is gonna be the time that works. I deserve to love myself.