Anyway... when I went to walk Saturday... I thought I was going to DIE.
My legs and feet are so sore... I literally had to cry.
My husband (who is also obese) went with me, and I swear if he hadn't been there pushing me.. making me do it... it wouldn't have happened.
We walked a mile and a half, and half way through... I basically had a fit. I said just kill me, I can't do this... it hurts to bad. I screamed and I cussed and I cried and I felt sorry for myself.... BUT....
I kept going.
I made it back to my car. I haven't been that happy in a long time... just to have actually done it and not stopped and made my husband go get the car and drive around to get me ... that was a huge thing for me.
I weighed this morning. I have lost 6.6 pounds since last Monday. It IS worth it... because it IS working!
That myth and lie that I tell myself.. you are destined to be fat... you can't lose weight... you don't eat that much... you inherited this from your family.... it's just the way you are... accept it...... those lies are going to be shut down. I'm not giving up.
Something has to click for this to happen. It clicked. It's happening



You will be utterly amazed at how quickly our bodies adapt to exercise. It's a wonderful, wonderful thing. Even when I can't reach weight goals as quickly as I'd like, I always reach fitness goals and it brings such a feeling of pride.
