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I MADE IT TO 300! Plus Size Weight Loss Journey 2021 Vlog with my Cats AND KITTENS!!! 🐈

This week I finally made it under 300 pounds!!! 🎉🎆Join me for another exciting cat filled vlog day on this Plus Size Weight Loss Journey! I am not about to...

I finally made it to 300 pounds!

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Give Your Work Out A Push- Gentlemen's Curb Big And Tall Influencer

Give Your Work Out A Push- Gentlemen’s Curb Big And Tall Influencer

Give Your Work Out A Push When you initially start out on a fitness kick, you naturally want to achieve results as quickly as possible. Whether you have gained a few pounds due to the colder winter weather or have lost the high level of fitness that you were so proud of because of a lack of time, getting back on the horse, so to speak, is not always easy to do.   However, if you know that you are…

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Bad Rhino's Burgundy- Gentlemen's Curb Plus Male Influencer

Bad Rhino’s Burgundy- Gentlemen’s Curb Plus Male Influencer

Greetings, The Gentlemen’s Curb is the the lifestyle location for men of size. And I have somethings that I want to share with you. The Autumn season is finally here. For a while many folks in New York City were complaining about the cold, I  wasn’t. I am a summer baby, warm weather is my place of comfort. But, I have to be realistic, the seasons don’t operate on my feelings.  However, burgundy…

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When Crosby and Astaire are left alone #fredastaire #bingcrosby #songsnddancemen #300pounds #shimmy #duck

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Day8

I've weighed myself yesterday. Didn't even lose a pound. *le sigh* I'm really discouraged. I've been doing well 98% of the time. Made huge changes to my daily life and the way I eat. I've probably cut my calorie intake in half and almost eliminated my carb intake. How the hell haven't I lost even a pound? I'm keeping going. Really hoping to build some good habits so I don't fall back into my old way of eating. I know it will benefit my health even if I don't lose weight. I have to keep reminding myself that I am loved no matter my weight or appearance. That will never change. The only thing is that maybe I can learn to love myself through this process. If you haven't noticed I've reached the anxiety ridden "I don't give a Fuck" part of dieting. When I vented this to a friend she asked me to just keep reminding myself of my why's. They are kinda hard to come up with when I've just haven't given a shit for so long. ~I want to be able to find nice, cute clothes that fit me nicely without having to worry regular stores won't carry my size. And I don't want to have to wear the largest size they carry. ~I am very afraid of causing permanent damage to my health. I already have a sluggish thyroid and PCOS. I do not want diabetes. I really don't want to have a heart attack. ~my brother died in his sleep due to undiagnosed sleep apnea. He had the apnea because he was obese. This is terrifying! I am seriously afraid to fall asleep some nights, especially when I'm sick, because I'm afraid I won't wake up. I also have to check on my kids at night because of this fear as well. ~my knees hurt on a regular basis. I know losing weight will help that. ~I don't want food to have any control over my life, or my emotions. ~I do not want my kids to grow up overweight or with food issues. ~I don't want to be afraid of seatbelts not fitting me right. ~I want to be able to cross my legs lady like. ~I don't want my double chins anymore. ~I want to beat my depression! I know a part of it is hormones. Hormones at out of control because of my weight. ~I want to be able to keep up with my 2 year old daughter. I want to be able to play, walk, run, and do fun active things with both of my kids! I don't want to dread trips to the zoo because I'm exhausted after. ~Oh and I want to be able to wear yoga pants without it looking like my ass is eating them.

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It's starting. The anxiety. The fear. I'm still motivated and committed. And trying really hard to be positive. But this feeling in the pit of my stomach is so unsettling, and I'm having a hard time distinguishing what it's trying to tell me. Is it fear of the damage I have done to myself? Is it fear of failing? I'm an expert at failure. I don't want that for myself anymore. Is the anxiety because of how absolutely alone I feel? My husband is going through this right along with me. He's been wonderful and supportive. I know I am not alone. I've been doing a lot of thinking about Overeaters Anonymous. Years ago I attended al-anon meetings to help me deal with my mom's alcoholism. The steps and meetings really helped me! It helped me give up control, trust I wasn't the one in the driver's seat. Helped me realize there was nothing I could do to help or control my mother's drinking. It was between her and her higher power. Because of that experience I know the steps work. Step one: I admit I'm powerless over food. My life has become unmanageable. I have that one down pat. I am 317 pounds. How can I not admit that I'm powerless, and this is unmanageable? If it were I wouldn't be here today. Step two however is so much harder for me. Step two: came to believe a power greater than ourselves could restore us to sanity. I believe that there is a God. I've experience way too much in my life to not be a spiritual being, to not believe in the afterlife. I truly believe that there is meaning to our lives, and in given time we will understand either in this world or the next. BUT I often feel betrayed by Him. My mom was an alcoholic and left behind 5 kids and a grandson. I was an adult, but my siblings were young. My baby sister only 10. Five years later my brother passed away in his sleep. (Believe me, I will talk about this in another blog.) Another brother is addicted to drugs and I fear for him. I could go on and on and on about the dysfunction I grew up with and even more that my family of origin still lives in today. I feel like we have all been left behind. Like we don't deserve God's grace. How can I trust Him to restore me to sanity? Maybe my higher power is within myself? Today is day 4 of no binges, no overeating, no diet coke, no processed carbs. I've been eating salads for Fuck sakes! And ENJOYING THEM! That is huge. Maybe my fear and anxiety is because I feel betrayed, left behind and ignored by God. Maybe I am missing my mom and brother. Maybe I'm starting to go through sugar withdrawal. All I know is that it sucks and I want it to go away.

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Finally the Big 300!