It's December 28th, 2016 and I'm sitting at home with a heating pad on my back and medication running through my system to heal the back injury I sustained at work a couple of weeks ago. I have already missed a day and a half of work and I can't help but wonder if this would have happened if I was actually in shape.
Everyone always has new year resolutions, and the one that tops the list is usually lose weight/get healthy. I know it always tops my list, and for 2-3 weeks I am the queen of healthy eating. I'll usually lose 10 lbs and think, "This isn't so bad. Why have I always struggled to eat like this?" And then week 4 kicks in, and if I have to down one more salad, someone is gonna get a carrot stick thrown at their head. Cue a gigantic eating binge that includes enough chips and burritos to fill the Grand canyon.
This year has to be different. I'm 31 years old and I'm still eating like I did when I was on my own for the first time and thought it was the coolest thing ever that I could get McDonald's whenever I wanted. I'm at my highest weight ever. And I'm really getting tired of it. It's hard for me to admit, but my weight is finally impeding my daily life. It's hard for me to get up from kneeling on the floor, I get horribly winded from going up even one flight of stairs, I struggle to get in and out of my car, and the list goes on and on.
To anyone reading this, if you're out there, there's really no point to this post other than the self-realization that I need to change. I don't have a plan yet, but I just needed to get the words out and this was the only place for it. Another goal of mine is to reinvest some time into this blog, so hopefully on the first of the year you'll see a continuation of this post with an actual plan in place as well as my other resolutions for the year. Until then!
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