My Progress so far pics.....
I took a couple more pictures today because I want to document my progress along my weight loss journey. I am shocked every time I look at my Before picture of how heavy I was. I simply can't believe it!



This is probably gonna sound strange to some people, then again it might not. Someone out there might identify with what I'm gonna say. When I was at my heaviest weight, I didn't "feel" like I was an Obese woman. I mean, I knew that I was over weight, but I didn't fully realize how unhappy and over weight I really was. It was like I was in denial about my weight. Then one day when my husband and I went on vacation to see the family, I realized just how unhappy I really was with myself. It was time to change. I found it in myself to start doing the work that I needed to do to get healthy again. After all, no one could do the work but me. I gained the weight by myself, so therefore I was the one who needed to do the work to lose it. The work isn't easy, but it sure is worth it. I will never go back to what I was. I remember what it was like to be that heavy. I could barely get up off the floor to a standing position without breathing hard. That very first day that I went to do some real exercise and I walked around a track only one time, I could barely do that. My legs hurt so bad that I had to hobble back to my car. I cried when I got home because my legs hurt so bad. There are so many things that I had a hard time doing physically. But this is the thing. I kept going. I kept trying to do whatever I could do to get some exercise done. It didn't matter that I could only do 2 push ups, but I just kept doing them. And ya know what? The darndest thing happened. I got better! It was exciting! I kept eating right. That was, and still is difficult to do. But ya know what? I kept going. Week after week I would see a loss in the scale and in my inches, and that all added up. I'm proud of what all my hard work has gotten me so far. I really am proud of myself. It's alot of hard work. I still have some weight to lose. But even though I've still got a distance between me and my goal, I'm still gonna do the work that I need to do to get to the weight that I want to be at. More importantly though, is that I want to get to my goal of being healthy and having a better self esteem. I'm more then half way there but I know that if I continue to do the work necessary then I WILL reach my goals! Nothing can stop me!



This is probably gonna sound strange to some people, then again it might not. Someone out there might identify with what I'm gonna say. When I was at my heaviest weight, I didn't "feel" like I was an Obese woman. I mean, I knew that I was over weight, but I didn't fully realize how unhappy and over weight I really was. It was like I was in denial about my weight. Then one day when my husband and I went on vacation to see the family, I realized just how unhappy I really was with myself. It was time to change. I found it in myself to start doing the work that I needed to do to get healthy again. After all, no one could do the work but me. I gained the weight by myself, so therefore I was the one who needed to do the work to lose it. The work isn't easy, but it sure is worth it. I will never go back to what I was. I remember what it was like to be that heavy. I could barely get up off the floor to a standing position without breathing hard. That very first day that I went to do some real exercise and I walked around a track only one time, I could barely do that. My legs hurt so bad that I had to hobble back to my car. I cried when I got home because my legs hurt so bad. There are so many things that I had a hard time doing physically. But this is the thing. I kept going. I kept trying to do whatever I could do to get some exercise done. It didn't matter that I could only do 2 push ups, but I just kept doing them. And ya know what? The darndest thing happened. I got better! It was exciting! I kept eating right. That was, and still is difficult to do. But ya know what? I kept going. Week after week I would see a loss in the scale and in my inches, and that all added up. I'm proud of what all my hard work has gotten me so far. I really am proud of myself. It's alot of hard work. I still have some weight to lose. But even though I've still got a distance between me and my goal, I'm still gonna do the work that I need to do to get to the weight that I want to be at. More importantly though, is that I want to get to my goal of being healthy and having a better self esteem. I'm more then half way there but I know that if I continue to do the work necessary then I WILL reach my goals! Nothing can stop me!
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You've come a long way baby, and it's inspiring to me.