All my life, I’ve generally been the fluffy kid. Then I was the fluffy adult. And then I was just plain fat.
I lost a considerable amount of weight before I became pregnant with my second daughter, which is what even made it possible to get pregnant to begin with (thanks PCOS!).. but the weight came back steadily and full-force after I had her. I’m currently now sitting at my heaviest weight, even factoring in my weight both times I was pregnant.
My joints hurt, my back hurts, my entire fucking life hurts. It’s true and it’s self-created. So it’s time for change. Once again, to get back on the road to feeling better. Less depression, less self-confidence issues, less health issues overall, and a more bountiful life ahead of me.
But I know as well as the next person, change is hard. So I’m going to partner up with my husband and we’re going to barrel headfirst into this lifestyle change.. and hope for the best.
I’m not going to do anything online to hold me accountable, because that’s what causes it to be too much. But on the days I feel good about my progress, or on the days where I’m just plain feeling myself, I’ll let you know.
I just need you all to hope for the best, because I sure as hell will be, too.