((I wrote this last night, but I figured I'd post here and today to help keep me on track. Hopefully it helps others the way I hope it'll help me.))


I started back up on my healthy eating and exercising. It’s bittersweet, to be honest. I’m glad that I finally stopped procrastinating and started up again, but it’s a bummer that I have to start all over. When I was more consistent with it a couple months back, I was losing more weight and inches, things were amazing.

“Well, why did you stop?”

I didn’t want to, but life got in the way and I became sidetracked.

Is that a valid excuse? No, it’s not. Truth is I became LAZY. But no more being lazy. I worked too hard to get where I am. I can’t throw it all away.

When I was eating clean and working out regularly, I was feeling better physically and emotionally, my skin was clearer, I felt like a better version of myself when I wasn’t putting crap in my body.

“If that’s how you felt, why bother going back to old ways?”

Honestly, it’s like an addiction. I LOVE eating crap food; chips, chocolate, cookies, and anything with carbs. Eating junk food and sitting around binging on Netflix after work, it feels like heaven after not doing it for a while. Deep down inside I know it’s horrible, but I can’t help myself. It sounds so stupid, borderline pathetic. Is this how I want to be the rest of my life? Hell no.

Hence why I’m writing all this, I need to hold myself accountable and have a place where I can keep myself in line. I’m not going to sit back and let myself blow up. If someone is happy being overweight and has no issue buying bigger clothes, more power to you. Life your life the way you want and do what pleases you, who am I to tell you how to live? But that’s not how I want to be.

I want to lose weight and be active for myself and my health. I want to feel good in my own skin and be happy.

I got on the scale, I did my measurements, now let’s do this damn thing!