This awful situation has made me start going to the gym. Its sad that it took this to get me there. Sad that after years of abuse to my body, I am on the verge of a breakdown.
I've started going to the gym tonight and I can already tell I am going to be sore tomorrow, but frankly I don't care. I will be going from now on. My goal is 70 lbs lost. Yes its a lot. I have trashed more food than I care to think about and have completely overhauled my fridge and pantry. I am planning meals out and while I may think I am hungry...water will be my staple.
I can't do this anymore. I am not this woman trapped in a fat girl body. I don't have to be a barbie, but being un-happy in my skin and wanting to cry because I struggle with my clothes is no longer going to be an option.
I will get back to my freshman year of college days. Fit, healthy and cute. I want to be able to smile in pictures and not see my double chin. Challenge starts now. Goal 70 pounds, 8 lbs a month. I think its doable.
