So here we are, January 2nd, 2023. I have made a shitty effort the past 6 months to get myself back in fighting shape. I am not very excited to post this, but hope to use it as motivation to keep my ass accountable. If I were paid in pounds lost and gained over the years, I could quite possibly be a millionare. 2023 brings tons of change and possibilities. And with that, ample opportunity for growth.
Past efforts of weight loss for example: after I birthed my second child, I lost 150 pounds. When I decided to drop my college weight I found a new love of running nearly twenty years ago. Cardio and races kept me motivated at that time. After running marathons and half marathons I am uncertain if I’ll return to that but I would love more than anything to be able to run again. I had short spurts of maintaining a healthy weight with longer bouts of a larger weight. When I’ve lost weight I’m the past, I become obsessive, unhealthily hyper-vigilant about calorie counting and working out.
This time will be different. This time I have a better relationship with myself and more realistic expectations. I don’t suspect it’ll be the last time that I lose or gain, however, my goal this time is to take my time. To eventually hit a point where I am more comfortable and stay there. This is my New Year’s resolution for 2023. Not just to be healthy or lose weight. Being able to love myself even more, prioritize my needs. To have a positive self image, and love every part of me, regardless of the scale. Here’s to progress, no matter what that might be for you, and doing our best to achieve our wildest dreams.
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