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On the left we have me at ~155 lbs, and the photo that made me wake up and realise how large I was. I’m 5'2, and I never really saw myself as anything more than “a bit chubby”. Then someone tagged me in this photo, and I realised what my grilled-cheese-and-takeout lifestyle was doing to me.
This was June. Here we have me today, half way through September, and shrinking rapidly. I’m down to 139 since I started in early August, and I can fit into a UK size 10 for the first time since I was 11. The difference between this weight loss attempt and all the failed ones in the past is that I’ve learned that salad is not the answer. I’m cooking healthy meals for myself every night, but it’s food I actually enjoy, rather than forcing myself to eat healthy stuff I can’t stand. Plus, I just started a super physical job so I’m basically getting paid to be at the gym.
The other thing that really helps is my boyfriend. He lives in Iceland, so I haven’t seen him since this photo was taken. I’m moving at the end of October to be with him, and when I get off the plane, I want to be unrecognisable to him. Every time I feel my self control slipping, I think about buying this dress when I reach my goal and stepping out of Arrivals at the airport wearing it.
I’ve still got a ways to go. I want to be at around 128lbs, depending on how much I need to lose to make my stubborn stomach chub go. But I know I can make it, because I deserve to be happy with my body for once, and I deserve to eat delicious, nourishing meals instead of shoving takeout I don’t even enjoy that much into my face.
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