This is where I am in life:
I’m thirty years old, thirty pounds overweight, balancing three jobs, a relationship, and a toddler every weekend.
Strange as it may sound, I’m okay with most of this. I enjoy working and staying busy, my boyfriend is an incredible person and partner, and his daughter is an awesome little girl.
So, all of that is okay. What isn’t so okay is that I’ve “committed” to dieting approximately twenty times in the past 4 weeks and my pockets are currently lined with Lindt truffle wrappers from yesterday. I’ve been a Weight Watchers member for a few months, lost twelve pounds and gained six back. I have a personal trainer once a week but haven’t pushed myself to work out otherwise, despite having workout equipment. I have all the puzzle pieces but I haven’t had the energy or the motivation to put them all together.
In addition to feeling spectacularly pudgy, I’ve settled into what some may call looking “comfortable”. Not the effortlessly chic comfortable. More like the ill fitting jeans, over sized hoodie, hair in an unintentionally half up/ half down style, “she looks like a mess” comfortable. I’m not saying that being overweight and looking great are mutually exclusive, but this is where I find myself.
It’s not looking so good.
I have two options: fully commit to becoming the frumpy, overweight version of myself or find the resolve to become the best version of myself. I’m thinking the latter.
I’m starting this blog because I feel that writing helps me sort out thoughts and feelings. I’ve also realized that trying to keep others positive helps me stay in a similar mindset as well. So here’s to getting it together, staying positive and losing a pound for every year of my life so far!
