Ya Gotta Be 21+

I’ve gained a few pounds, but lost a few inches. But what’s more important than inches and scales and protein bars and whey powders is having the right mind set to say: no matter what else happens, it’s all supposed to happen.

20 Dollar Bills

And now, with a new gig starting Monday, my partner’s hand in mine, a new lease on 2020, I can go a little more confident into Week 21. Part of a physical weight loss journey is minding your mental health just as well.

VIP, 19+

I have to add one extra piece to this – you absolutely cannot lose weight effectively if you tell yourself you don’t want to program where you can’t “have a snack” if you want it. I’m serious. It’s not how it works. I sped my metabolism up by not cheating on the program. By not making minor concessions. At the end of month 4, I’m much more aware of what little nibbles of cheating can do to throw off an entire week. Imagine how much I would have lost if I hadn’t bowed to the simplicity of convenient food?

Hey! Mr. 18 Man, Play a Song for Me

And now, 4 1/2 months later, I’m down more than 50, and have successfully trimmed down 16″ off my waist. In fact, I did something today I haven’t since being a teenager – I tucked my shirt into the waist of my jeans. Find success in the smallest details. Because it’s a cultivation of all the little happy times that define the big moments.

On the Edge of Seventeen

50 lbs. Perspective: That’s a large bag of dog food. A typical bag of fast-setting concrete. A small bale of hay. An average male bulldog. Ha! Okay, that one made me laugh.

Come On, 16. I Swear At This Moment, You Mean Everything

As for today – as I wrap up the last week of month 4 – I’ve put on a half an inch everywhere (thanks stress), but I’m down to 185.2lbs. I think it might finally be safe to say that with honest work and dedication to myself, I’ll never be over 200lbs again. That would be a tremendous feat. Oh – and I dyed my hair blue. Like Joy from Inside Out. We all need joy.

I Scream, You Scream, We All Scream for 15

I’m down just a pound this week, but I’ve carved off more than an inch from my bust, half an inch off my hips and another inch and a half off my tummy for a total of 14.25 inches off my midsection since I started four months ago. See? Something worth smiling for. There always is.

We All Live In A Yellow Fourteen

In the moments of helplessness, I let the feeling wash over. And when it passes, I look for the win. And today’s? I saw an ‘8’ on the scale. I haven’t seen the 180’s in three years.

Lucky Number 13

52 weeks to put on 50lbs.
13 weeks to take off 40 of them.
I don’t miss Doritos. Much.

Cheaper by the Dozen

And here I am. The same size as last week, just about a pound heavier.
And that’s cool with me.

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