For years, I've been trying to lose weight. When I say "For years" I mean that I was nine the first time I ever called myself 'fat'. That's kinda fucked up, but that's not the important point. What's important is that I'm finally making some positive changes in my life. I just want to get to a place where I like my body and can wear a bikini without feeling like shit. I want to be able to go shopping for a pair of jeans and not end the night depressed and hating my body. So I'm fixing it.
I've started running and working out in the mornings, and I've started to watch what I eat. It's small steps at first, but I feel really good about what I'm doing. I'm the kind of person who will set a plan for herself and then get super discouraged as soon as I don't rigidly adhere to it, so I've had to work on that. If I don't get up one day to go running, I have to realize that it's not the end of the world and I'll go running again tomorrow.
So yeah, that's going on now and I feel really good about it. Hopefully I'm finally able to stick to it, because I can't count the number of times I've tried and failed to start something like this.
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