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THE FIRST DAY OF THE REST OF MY LIFE
Yes. This post’s title is a lot of dramatic. But sometimes, to initiate great things, we must think in great, exaggerated ways.
Today, this morning, my boyfriend and I finally made it to the gym. After weeks of talking about being responsible and using the mornings to go to the gym, we did it. That’s right. The alarm rang its annoying little head off at 7 am and - wait for it - we actually got up. We got out of our bed, put on our gym clothes, packed our gym bags and went to the gym.
Going to the gym not only meant seriously working out for the first time in four months, it also meant weighing myself for the first time in four months. What I saw was enough to make me realize I seriously need to take control of my diet and fitness.
157.5.
This is the most I have weighed … EVER. Even in Chicago, when I gained weight after the first time I got [redacted] and went on a new birth control, I don’t think I got this high. Or maybe just as high. Whatever. I look at pictures from that time and get taken aback by how big I was.
This past summer, I got down to the low 130s. I was running 800m speed intervals for 60 minutes. I was fitting into tiny skirts and clingy dresses. And even then, I wanted to lose 5 or so more pounds.
The worst thing I can do right now is try to set strict limits or a deadline. I need to try to implement lifestyle changes that can withstand the test of time and temptations. But I also do need to kick myself in the butt a bit and make this challenging. Set limits and restrictions. I’m going to have to think about this.
