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Take 2

This blog hasn’t been touched since April. APRIL. And it wasn’t that I was necessarily more busy or uninspired or anything like that.

I purposefully avoided this blog. Didn’t want to post anything. Stopped my updates on weight loss/the journey on Facebook, too. Because I knew the truth would have to come out at some point, but I wanted to delay the inevitable for as long as possible.

The truth: I totally fell off the wagon. The last post I had in here recapped the joy of being in my friend’s wedding. How great I felt in a dress I had worked so hard to look good in. How accomplished I felt.

And once that imminent goal passed, I lost motivation. It wasn’t that I backslid on my healthier lifestyle completely–I still eat much better than I did before, I only have an occasional root beer for soda now (haven’t touched Coca-Cola since I gave it up back in February), and I stay much more active than I once was. I gained a few pounds, but overall it hasn’t been a complete disaster.

But I haven’t been happy about it. I wanted to want it again, but I didn’t. I’m still struggling with how much I want it now. But I hit another breaking point today, two full months after I last counted calories.

I finally took a good look at myself and realized the way I felt. Not as great. Not as peppy. Not as healthy. And enough is enough for the second time.

Starting August 1, I’m back on the wagon. I’m sure there will be many bumps in the road once again, and it will be harder than before without a bridesmaid dress breathing down my neck, but I’ll chronicle it in here again. I’ll need support again. I won’t be offended if you check on me, promise!

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Twenty pounds later...

It’s been awhile since I’ve updated! The hard truth is that March was a difficult month for me as far as staying motivated goes. I have a great support system between my family and friends, but I found myself not wanting to go to the gym. I tried excusing home workouts as enough. Spoiler alert: they’re not enough.

One week in March I didn’t go to the gym AT ALL. The week before I had gone five times, and I had loved it. Then I just hit a total wall and had no desire to go anymore. I did some stability ball exercises at home, but nowhere near the intensity I hit at the gym.

I lost 0 pounds that week. That was the first time I went without losing a pound or more in a week since I started this journey. Exercise makes a difference, kids. Don’t fool yourself into thinking healthy eating is enough (though it’s very, very important!).

So I got back on the wagon this week. I have started walking/jogging outside since the weather has FINALLY started to become spring-like here (in other words, it’s in the 40s). But I need the structure of the gym still a few times a week, so I’m getting back into that rhythm again.

I hit a milestone yesterday. I weigh myself every Friday morning. I started this journey on December 31, though I didn’t start eating better along with exercising until the end of January. As of yesterday, I’ve lost 20 pounds. Twenty pounds! I’m literally stunned.

At the top you can see a current before and after photo of me. The before is from Christmas. When we took that photo, I wasn’t 100% happy with the way I looked, but I thought I overall looked OK. It’s such a strange reality you live in when you’ve been overweight for so long. You start seeing yourself a certain way, and suddenly don’t realize how far you’ve let yourself go.

I have a longggggg way to go, but I’m going to get there. Slowly but sure. Twenty pounds is a victory for me. I can see the difference 20 pounds makes. I feel happier without those 20 pounds.

Twenty pounds. I’ll take it.

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Twenty pounds later…

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My Farewell to Coca-Cola (for at least 30 days)

Well, the dreaded day is here. The day I bid farewell to my sweet, sweet Coca-Cola. For anyone who knows me well, you know what a BIG DEAL this is. I love Coke. Before I started this journey, I’d have one with lunch and one with dinner. Probably averaged 28 ounces a day (I know, I know).

Once I started counting calories, I cut down that amount to one 12 oz. can a day. And that was hard enough, because I’d think about Coke during my other meal. I’m basically some level of a Coca-Cola addict, sadly.

So that’s why I’m doing this big, scary thing: I’m giving up Coca-Cola (and all other soda) completely for at least 30 days. It’s half to up my weight loss progress (less than 2 months until it’s bridesmaid dress time!), but mostly to prove to myself that I can. That I’m stronger than I think. That I can give up something I never thought I could.

It’s not going to be easy. I already know this. I don’t really drink much outside of water and soda. I’m not a huge juice, coffee or milk fan. I’ll be experimenting more with smoothies during this time (just bought a new blender yesterday), and plan to get Crystal Light mixes to add to water so it’s a bit more exciting.

But the bottom line is that this is happening. That photo at the top of this entry was my Coke from last night. The last one for 30 days.

I’ll need encouragement during this period. I’ve been told by many people that once I give it up, I’ll probably never go back to it because it’ll taste too sweet. And if that’s the case, great. But I can’t imagine that at this point. So please share any tips, ideas or great drink combinations to give a try.

Good bye, lovely Coke. It’s not you (well, it kind of is)–it’s me.

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My Farewell to Coca-Cola (for at least 30 days)

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