The Dilemma: I’m usually starving when I get home from my classes. And I eat everything in sight and then some. I think it’s a combination of not having a break and not being able to snack as I’m in class.
The Solution: I haven’t found one yet.
When I say I eat everything in sight, I’m eating healthy. It’s not the content of the food, it’s the amount of food. I don’t think bingeing is ever healthy, even if the foods are good foods.
I’ll work on it, though.
I guess I was in a tumblr rut. I just didn’t see the point of posting anymore. I felt like I was talking to myself, which is fine, but there was no point to post anything because it didn’t matter.
BUT I have lost six pounds! Not much, but it’s a start!
Eating healthy has gotten so easy. I think I’m going to get a gym membership with my mom. It’s cheap and then we can be workout buddies. We’ll see, money is kind of tight right now.
Hope everyone else has been doing great also!
EVERYTIME you see this DRINK A CUP OF WATER and then REBLOG it for everyone else!
(via thenameismelody)
Today has just been kind of blah. I had a sandwich around 11 (it’s 3:30 now) but I can’t bring myself to eat anything more. I don’t feel hungry, but I know my body needs food. I have an apple I can eat but I don’t want it. If I try, I won’t finish it.
I’m just stressed and disappointed about things. It affects my eating. Sometimes I’m overly hungry, sometimes I’m not hungry at all. This time, it’s the latter.
Today was bad you guys. Sunday football means we have company. Having company means we make food. Food that is yummy but probably not the best food. I want to beat myself up about it. I am so mad at myself. This is what happens. I do good and then one day or one weekend ruins everything.
But I’m not going to give up. I’m going to be good tomorrow and all week. I’m not going to wallow in my failure. I’m not perfect, I will have bad days. It’s a part of life. I just need to move past it and continue on my weight loss path.
In the meantime, I’ll be crying. I’m a diehard 49ers fan and today’s loss makes me sad and mad and disappointed. :(
Finished today with 1 calorie remaining. How cool!
I didn’t formally exercise today, but I have been helping my best friend move all day. Hence the reason I’ve been MIA. I’m also doing all this from my phone so boo.
Anyways, turns out moving is adequate exercise. I’ll take it!
Hope everyone had a great day! I’ll respond to all my messages when I get home, I don’t have wifi here :(
I like this, too. It makes me think even though it’s hard right now and maybe my legs hurt or I’m lazy: when I’m all fit and toned I will look back and thank myself.
(Source: spiritualinspiration, via withperseverance)
Growing up I had so many chances to lose weight. When I was in sixth grade I weighed 110lbs. The doctor told my mom that I should be the same when I came back again.
Back then, at 11 years old, I didn’t know that I would get taller and my body would thin out. Everyday I felt bad about myself. I would come home and eat my feelings. And I would gain weight. Looking back at pictures and stuff, I wasn’t that overweight. Thankfully, I’m taller than most so that always helped. I just needed to maintain, and even lose a bit. But I saw it as a huge diet. I always tried. But it was just me, 11/12 years old trying to figure out how to eat healthy. I gave up.
My mom always said she’d reward me if I lost the weight. I know she tried and she wanted me to be thinner and healthier. I remember her saying if I lost 20lbs and she lost 20lbs we would take a trip to NYC. So I would look at hotels in NYC online. I would workout. But I wasn’t eating right. No one ever told me I had to eat good and workout. I thought I could eat whatever I wanted and as long as I was working out I’d be fine. So when nothing was happening, I gave up.
When I was 16 my cousin married a woman who would join forces with my mom. They both meant well, but they went about it all the wrong ways. My mom got me a gym membership and the girl and I would go to the gym. But everything was on her terms. I felt like I was forced and I didn’t like that. This time she told me I need to eat healthier. But I didn’t know how to make anything healthy. My family buys junkfood. And at the time, pizza sounded way better than an apple. So things didn’t work out. I wasn’t into it, and they were forcing me.
Now, I’m going to succeed. I’m 18 and I owe it to myself. I know how to eat healthy and make good choices. I know that you have to eat less and workout if you want to lose weight. I stick to 1400 calories a day. Sometimes I’m 100 over or 100 less. That’s not a big deal, especially if it’s healthy food I’ve been eating.
I don’t want to be overweight anymore. I don’t want to grimace at the body in the mirror. I don’t want to be hindered by my weight.
One time, at the boardwalk, there was this ride. I don’t know how to describe it. Sorry :( But before we got on (me, my friend, her mom, and her sister) two heavy ladies were asked to get off. The restraint wouldn’t shut all the way. When we got on, the guy told me to suck in my stomach. I was so embarrassed. It barely closed. The whole ride I was scared it would break. I always say, “I hated that ride, I’ll never go on it again!” But the truth is, I’m embarrassed. If I go on it again, I won’t fit. I was 15 back then. Probably weighed 220-230. There’s been so many times I’ve opted out of doing things that I would love to do just because I’m too embarrassed. I’m not afraid of big rides. I’m afraid of the lap bar or restraint not closing all the way because of my weight.
This has been a ramble and a half. I’m sorry, especially if you actually read the whole thing. I just have a burning desire to change myself. And I will. One day at a time. :)
