Granny's gone and done it again

I was 299.8 when we started our lifestyle change. I learned to love myself during the first cruise when I realized I was the only one who cared what I looked like sunning on the deck. I had spent my entire life to that point avoiding sleeveless shirts because I have fat arms. Learning to love myself was the biggest help in moving forward with losing weight. It reduced the pressure because if I slipped up or had a cheat day it didn’t matter: I was already happy with myself as a person. Sliding a little in one direction or the other wasn’t going to change that.

I have thoroughly enjoyed myself over the holidays and not limited myself in food choices. And now I’m looking forward to getting back to my meal plans and continuing my journey.

If I can love myself in a swimsuit and go snorkeling at 300lbs with my friend who barely breaks 100lbs in her bikini, so can anyone else. I used to be thin, but of course I didn’t realize it. The hate of who we are is what keeps us stuck. That, and bread. I freaking love bread.
I was thinking about this today. You should write a book, maybe even a children's version (you could do your own illustrations). I think young people, especially girls, need to hear this. You could help a lot of people. :hugs
 

New posts New threads Active threads

Back
Top Bottom