As many of you know, my whole weight loss journey started a few months ago because my friend Christyn asked me to be a bridesmaid in her wedding. Everything switched over in my head at that moment, and I started exercising and eating right because of that.
Well, last Saturday was the wedding. I felt so blessed to be a part of my friends’ big day. It was a lovely, lovely day. So much love. Here are a few photos I snapped in the midst of the festivities.
The lovely couple.
The dress that started it all. I felt great in it.
I caught up with so many old friends. It was so great to see them all again.
I love all these girls. I don’t know why I wasn’t friends with most of them when I still lived in Texas.
One of my favorites.
I loved my time with everyone. I still wish everyone could just move to Wisconsin. It’d make things so much easier.
Once I feel back from Texas, reality set in. I didn’t have a goal breathing down my neck anymore. From the time Christyn asked me to be a bridesmaid to the time of the wedding, it was only about 3.5 months. I had a big, in-my-face goal during those months. I wanted to look good. I wanted to feel good. And I only had 3.5 months to accomplish it. So I worked hard, and was extremely happy with the end results.
But now it’s back to reality. No more bridesmaid dress. No more wedding photos I’m scared to ruin. It’s just me in my everyday life now. Yes, I have two 5Ks scheduled for this summer (the second of which I want to run), but those seem so distant at the moment. Getting back in the rhythm and schedule of regular life was hard. I didn’t feel like eating great anymore. I felt relaxed for the first time in awhile, but it felt so wrong.
I was so tempted to just wuss out and eat whatever again. I wrestled with the thought in my head of “Maybe I don’t need to still count calories. I can probably wing it at this point.”
But I couldn’t do it. I’ve worked too hard to get where I am. I’ve lost 27 lbs. Why would I want to throw that all away?
My before (yes, the wrong color, but you get the idea) and after. I’m not sure if the difference is completely noticeable, but I know the difference in how I FEEL.
So this week’s been hard. I’m exercising again. I went on a walk/jog specifically for Boston on Tuesday–I felt it was the least I could do as I prayed for everyone impacted there as I jogged. I’m counting calories again, even though I’ve been starving this entire week after not counting most of the week before.
But this is my life now. It doesn’t matter if I don’t have to look good in a bridesmaid dress. I want to feel and look good for the rest of my life. And that is what keeps me going.