This morning I stood contemplating whether I should step on the scale or not. Three tiny little numbers were about to show me my harsh reality. Do I actually want to know? Can I really make a change? Such a silly little thing to get so anxious about.
After I psyched myself up I stood on that scale and embraced the numbers it unveiled. Three tiny little numbers strung together that showed me the highest weight I have ever been in my life. To be honest I am so shocked that I can’t even share these depressing little numbers in this post, maybe some day. Hopefully after seeing some results!
As upsetting as it is to see how much I weigh, I’m trying to use it as motivation to succeed. I know I don’t want to gain any more weight. I want to be more energetic and active. It would be nice to work myself up to jogging. That way I could play tag and run around with my kiddos for longer.
For this week I am setting little goals:
- Decreasing my portion sizes
- Eliminating fast food
- Walking with the kiddos at least three nights
Friends and family tell me that I don’t look as big as what I am but I don’t want to feel as big as what I am. It’s lovely to hear that you are a pretty girl but you have to believe it. Any weight loss tips are welcome! I know it’s going to be a long journey but well worth it.