[/caption]What motivates you? I am my own worst enemy. I feel like my parents put a lot of expectations on me growing up. And in time I have done the same. That's why this whole weight-loss thing has been such an ordeal. I used to be super thin because I didn't believe I deserved the right to eat. Plus my whole life felt like it was in constant turmoil and not eating was the only thing I felt I had any control over. I know now that this is a very ridiculous mind-set and not at all healthy emotionally or physically. I saw a counselor and worked through everything and learned to enjoy eating and food. Then about a year later I look in the mirror and I've gained 60 pounds. I don't remember gaining weight. But there I was.
So from that moment on it felt like I've been in a struggle between losing weight, being hard on myself, and learning to accept and love what I have. I thought I was doing pretty good. Got into a work out schedule, changed my eating habits. Then we moved.Closer to my family. And one thing you gotta love (and hate sometimes) about family is their honesty. I think my family has been pretty honest. For example, on days when it's hot if I mention ice cream or an iced capp would be really nice about now; they mention how I don't really need it, it'd just be extra weight to burn off. Or they might poke my stomach and say "hey chubby". Not always the most helpful comments. The harder I am on myself the more down I am about my progress thus far, and the less I feel like working out. But when I am running my heart out on the treadmill I play over and over in my head everything they've said about my weight that's hurt. And then it's Bye Bye Pounds!!
So I guess I do have them to thank for my weight loss of 30 pounds so far. I've still got 30 more to go. Slowly with each shed pound I'm learning to love how I look not because it makes other people happy. But because I am happy about it!
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