I lost 103 pounds. I developed a relationship with God. I went after and completed my first degree. I started working and have been really successful. I LOVE helping others and seeing them succeed. I took their failures as my failures and tried harder. What I realize is that I stopped helping myself and in less than a year I have gained 31 pounds back. I have allowed food to regain it's power over me. I have continued to work out 3-4 days per week but trust me when I say that it is true that you cannot out work a bad diet. "I went to the gym today so I can eat those peanut butter M&M's." is bullshit. Those M&M's were my latest victim. Now I am sicker than a dog. I know better! I need to remember where I was. I need to remember the feeling of where I was. I remember crying and making the video where I finally hit that 100 pounds mark. I remember fitting into a size 14. Now I am back in a 18 and borderline going back into a 3x shirt.
Weight loss is such a roller coaster ride. It's lonely and I am learning that it is unpopular. You need a support system. You need friends who will smack the crap out of your hands. Trust me, I do have several of them. You also need to realize that (and trust me I am talking to myself) bringing snacks into the house "for the grand babies" is an excuse to have it around. Food is an addiction. You bring cookies, brownies, and Peanut butter M&M's around an addict is like putting wine in a house with an alcoholic.
So here is to day 1..again.
It's not how many times you fall down, it's how many times you get back up.
