In my mind, I can see her.
She’s swift shaped, nice muscle-toned, fit, healthy and curvy Latina. She is me.
I can see her in the distance and I know I will become her one day at a time.
182lbs ago, I made a promise to myself. I promised that I wouldn’t
lose forget me.
For those of you that know me, know I care very much for others, especially my nuclear family. They always come first.
all the time sometimes and check myself constantly to make sure I give my family and my job my full attention but in the midst of homework, laundry, cooking and cleaning I’ve gained a consistent amount of weight, both physical and mental.
I didn’t realize it until I weighed the same as I did in the third trimester of my pregnancy (yikes, did I just say that?) almost 7
eons years ago. *ahem*
Because I’ve let myself go. I never exercised. I’ve treated myself to
not one but two of every piece of flan, budin (bread pudding), pastel (cake), alcapurias, burgers, tamales, tortillas and plate of rice and beans that has come across my path.* May I add (shamelessly) without thinking twice about the consequences.
So now, here I am, on a mission to get fit. I appreciate your support encouraging words and tips.
The power of doubt has met its match.
Today I weigh 168lbs.
37% is body fat and 101% muscle.
See you back here next week!
* I love all of the foods mentioned but of course everything in moderation. None of the above named food items were hurt while writing the post.