Last week I had a bit of a meltdown. A picture showed up in my “on this day” memories on Facebook of my husband and I on our one year anniversary. It was 2003, I was fit, I worked out 6 days a week back then…I was also unaware in that pic that I was pregnant with my second child. It’s one of my favorite pics of us from back then. However, the more I stared at the picture the more I realized how significant that picture is. That was the beginning of a turning point in my life. It would be nine months later that the weight battle began with me…and it’s one I’ve been fighting ever since. It was a realization that was hard for me to accept, and I lost it. For nearly our entire marriage my weight has been a central focus for me. I’ll never be one of those girls who never gains weight no matter how much I eat or how little I work out. I’ll always have to work for it and I’ll always have to work to maintain it, and I’m OK with that. It doesn’t come easy for me. I think at that moment I just felt worn out from it. My husband must have sensed I needed him as he happened to call me right in the middle of my meltdown. I tried to hide that I was crying but he could hear it in my voice. My husband is truly amazing. He listened and encouraged me and let me know he believed in me and would support me through it. It was just what I needed to hear at that moment. I ended up walking in the gym with glassy red eyes and a massive headache that morning but left with a renewed confidence. I won’t let this defeat me and I refuse to let this define me.
Weight Loss Update:
Lost 4 lbs