Six days later my five year relationship had come to a much needed, but abrupt halt. Leaving me in a new city, alone, and in anguish. I couldn't eat. Couldn't think straight. Could barely function, then days later I had my wisdom tooth pulled. So still no eating. I don't think I ate more than 500 calories a day for 10 days. I'm not condoning this behavior. I'm just telling you where I was at. I got on the scale and realized I was 269. Yes twenty pounds down in less than two weeks. That 269 lit a fire under me. It was possible to lose weight. I was NOT destined to be the fat girl forever. And from that point I've been back on my journey every since.
I work out daily. Even if it's only a one mile walk and twenty crunches. Eating is difficult and the scale goes up and down, but I'm committed to a new me. This body is not a prison. As of today I weigh in at 247.1. My monthly goal is 235 by October 1st. I won't give up if I mke it or not. This isn't temporary. This is MY life.
