It took me approximately 1 year to hit Onderland. I remember telling myself never again. Never will I see 200 lbs.
I work out 5 to 6 days a week on average. I ran my first marathon last year. I lift, swim, and do mud runs. I do all of this and my brain has somehow convinced itself I can eat what I want. The weight gain has been slow. Slow enough that it's not entirely visible. Slow enough that I convince myself it's because I "lift heavy". Reality is I literally work out to eat anything I want. That's not a way to live. Food is life for me. It always has been. From watching cooking shows, to reading food articles, to trying new restaurants and making new foods. Food is center to my life and always has been and the root of so many years of fighting food addiction. I took control of this in 2013 but I can gradually feel myself losing grip on that control. This to me is a sign that food addiction doesn't necessarily have so much control over me. I wish my eating was as disciplined as my workouts. I wish saying no to food was easy. It is not and because of that the weight creeps back. The difference is that doesn't scare me anymore. It makes me want to fight, all that much more.
Day 1. 200.8
Day 2. 198.8
I'm shooting for total honesty and making myself vulnerable, cheats, bad choices and all because holding myself accountable is what will help me succeed.
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