Two months ago, that statement was downright hilarious to me. Welcoming the challenge of proving this model wrong, my mind started to wander to the plethora of guilty pleasures I have indulged in. Ranging from countless bowls of queso to endless pints of Blue Bell ice cream, I scoffed at her. She must have never tasted New York Style pizza (with extra cheese)!
As of today, no longer do I find humor in this statement. It's what we all hate to hear...the truth.
For years, people have told me that I carry my weight well. That always made me feel good. Even though I was a plus size girl, I continued telling myself that I could get away with it. That was until I reached a point that even a stubborn Gemini couldn't deny.
I weighed in at 289 pounds.
After seeing that, pictures started to catch my attention. Pictures of myself from just this summer. For the first time in my life, I accepted something that I denied for the past 11 years.
I had let myself get fat.
My overly sensitive self had censored that word and this reality for way too long. By not admitting this to myself, what was I protecting myself from? Health? Happiness? Hottie status?
I made a promise to my husband, Jeff and myself. That I would not stay this size. A couple of weeks later, we both agreed to begin this journey together.
Since then, I have lost 21 pounds. Jeff has lost 24.
We didn't have a surgery. We didn't take a diet pill. We didn't do a fast or detox.
Our lifestyle has changed.
Our mindset has changed.
I have a goal weight of 150. Though I have a long way to go, I've made a dent. I have faith that I will continue this process, regardless of plateaus. I have too many people supporting me to feel any different!
Before
Progress - 21 lbs
