So, here I am. About 10 days away from hitting 44. I'm getting a divorce, I'm busier than I've ever been, and my mental health is being held together by processed food.
I'm not afraid of hard work nor discipline. In fact, since it was clear my marriage was going sideways, I got into the flow a few times, but something always derailed it. I swear my STB ex would see me down 15 lbs, glowing skin, and would drop another surprise bomb on me that would completely level me.
My MIL (ex-MIL? I don't know.) offered me Ozempic. She takes it. She's also been on it for years now. What happens when she stops? I have a friend who dropped over 100lbs rather quickly on it. In addition to her loose skin, she also lost all of her muscle mass. We enjoy similar workouts, and I see her struggle to keep up now. Another friend had started it, but when her insurance denied her continued use of it, she saw a lot of the weight instantly return. Even my ex is on it. He lost 50lbs rather quickly, and recently at an event I heard him taking compliments of how great he looks. He commented, "Thanks, I've been working really hard."
This isn't a judgement on anyone using it. Go off. Live your life.
I know what it takes. It takes tracking food. It takes conscious choices. It takes discipline. It takes not going to bed without having moved my body in a meaningful way.
I'm strong AF. I'm built like a linebacker. But I'd like to drop some pounds. The weight and my inability to get back to the routine I had before my life went down the shitter stand as reminders that I'm letting someone else's poor choices have control over my body and life. And I don't like that.
I'd like to keep this blog for me. For my wins, for my losses. I'd like to be honest. I'd like to share my food tracking. I need accountability, even if it's just for me talking to myself in the internet void.
Would taking shots to quickly drop 30 lbs work? Sure. Would I look fine AF? You betcha. But maybe it's the east coast in me, or my childhood trauma, but I really feel the need to work hard for what I get.
Anyhow. That's my start. See you end of day tomorrow when I share my food log.