This is a hard picture for me to look at, and even harder to post. This is 275 lbs.
For the longest time, I didn’t think it had gotten that bad. I was a little heavy, sure. I’d look at the number on the scale and think “this is only temporary”. I’d watch an episode of The Simpsons and Homer would get on the scale and the joke would be such a HIGH number and I’d think... well I weigh more than that, why is that funny?
I get winded walking around my apartment now. When did that happen? I look at a set of stairs and wince because I know how hard and fast my heart is going to be beating once I get to the top - and it scares me.
It’s time to make a change. I refuse to live like this anymore. I don’t recognize this person. I am tired of being tired. Everyone says that! I understand why.
I’m probably going to beat myself up for not being perfect, but my therapist says that as long as I do my BEST every day - whatever that means for me - then it counts. I’m going to try to work on that.
Thanks for letting me post this journey on the internet. I feel like if it’s out there, I’m not doing it on my own.
Close my Apple Watch rings every day. 700/30/12
Monitor calorie intake (this is only because right now I struggle with recognizing how much I am actually eating! I hope that this will change because it’s tedious and I hate it)
Drink 2 Liters of water/day
Day 1 Update: We did that shit!