It has definitely been a while since I posted, and I have to admit, I’ve been dreading it.
My weight this morning was 148 pounds.
While I know this extra-high number was contributed to by three very salty weekend meals and Aunt Flo, I know that my true weight –which is likely closer to 144 or 145 lbs– is very much a fact.
In the last three years, I’ve managed to put back on 22 lbs from my all-time low in June 2014.
The last ten pounds were packed on in the previous three-four months. No real reason for it, either. My life has been good. I’m not overly stressed, I’m at the tail-end of my graduate degree, and I’m at a really good place in my life. Honestly, I’ve just been overeating and exercising less, and I have no real cause other than a bit of apathy.
As I stared at the scale this morning, though, I decided I was ready to get back on the wagon.
I’m ready to be honest with myself and admit that more of the clothing in my closet is too tight to zip, and that I’m slowly slipping back into my pre-2013 dresses; a weight/size I’m not OK with and don’t want to get back to.
While I’m still down almost 70 lbs from my all-time high (of 214 lbs), I am not OK with the fact that I’ve let myself take so many steps back from my goal weight and all the success I worked so hard to achieve.
I am back to being transparent with myself: tracking calories, exercising daily, and not eating back the calories I burn. This yo-yo is ready to pull herself back up from the ground and bounce back into the proud, fit, and athletic version of myself that I love a HELL of a lot more than this tubby, tired one I’m dealing with right now.
I’m recommitted to sharing my journey here –the good and the bad– and I’m asking all of you to help me stay transparent.
On that note, it’s time for dinner. A healthy, balanced, and not chocolate-centric dinner.
Bon appetite, my friends!