I hate working out almost as much as I hate cliche blog posts about body image, etc. And here I am, about to write about both.
I’ve been open about my exercise and weight issues (I don’t know if I’d call them struggles) on this blog because I want to be honest with you all. Almost two years ago, I lost 25 pounds – and last year I ran a 5k. Both massive achievements for a completely unathletic girl like me.
And then I got lazy again. I blamed it on the cold and my almost-instinctive craving of warm comfort food, and I blamed it on Indiana’s lack of quality produce during the winter – I blamed pretty much everything but myself, which ultimately did me no good because I gained a lot of the weight back.
I hate even writing that. It makes me feel like a failure – I failed my body, and I failed at life. Ok, I
slightly overdramatize, but it certainly does make me doubt myself, which is possibly the worst feeling of all. So I’m doing something about it:
- Get back on Weight Watchers
- Stop making excuses about how cold it is, throw on some long underwear and take the dogs for a walk every night
On the plus side, I’ve been down this road before – I know Weight Watchers will work for me, and I know I can be disciplined enough to make it work.
But that’s also a downside – I’ve been here before. I didn’t keep the weight off, so now I have to do this again. But my goal this time is to come out on the other end with a long-term plan for keeping the weight off and staying healthy.
I feel like this was kind of an emotional vomit post. Sometimes when I’m struggling with something, it helps to read about other people’s experiences with the same issues – so I hope if you are going through something similar, this has in turn helped you.
P.S. My boyfriend thinks that I look wonderful no matter what. He is definitely supportive of anything that I want to do to feel better about myself but would be appalled if I thought he thought anything but wonderful things about my body.*
*ETA: Boyfriend totally added that line when I wasn’t looking. Just when I thought I couldn’t love him any more, he does something like that. God I love that boy.