I understand. I think everyone in this area can understand.
I've been big ever since I was a kid. Always the biggest in the class. It just felt... normal... for so long to be big, and avoided by other people, or laughed at. *shrug*
I got to a certain point in my adult life when all the little things added up and overwhelmed me. I knew that I could no longer allow my weight to weigh me down.
It was the right time for me. My head was in it. I knew I could accomplish something. It was almost as though I had to be in a healthy place mentally, before I recognized what realistic changes I had to set for myself.
And I do mean -realistic-. I always assumed I had to be all or nothing. I assumed I had to be that person who exercised an hour each day and ate nothing but dry grilled chicken in order to be healthy. I thought I had to give up a lot in order to see the benefits of weight loss.
I was wrong, and I couldn't have been further from the truth.
I remember asking myself "Where do I start?" and I realized that I was sedentary. I don't think I could've been more sedentary unless I just laid in bed 24/7 that's how little movement I got. I started there. For me, making it a habit was more important than how much I got to start. So I began with 5 minutes a day. Kid you not...
5 minutes a day. But, I stuck to it over the course of a month. Even then I missed two days, but I returned and got on the treadmill the very next day. For a measly little five minutes.
Then I upped the ante. Doing 10 minutes a day for the next month. I started feeling a little better. Doing a little more. Adding in a couple stretches and yoga poses. Knowing that what was most important was keeping it a habit. The time of it didn't matter. Just keep doing it.
I started looking at my food intake. I wrote down everything I ate. No lie, the first week I changed NOTHING save just writing it down. If I ate a whole box of something, that was fine, but I had to write down that I ate it.
After writing down everything I recognized that I didn't want to be eating the things I was. And so step by step, meal by meal, I changed my food. Either cutting a portion in half, or choosing a lighter substitute that tasted as good (if not better sometimes). No "diet" foods. Food. Cooked well. Tasting good.
And boy I'm still slow about it. I haven't cut anything out. If I want something, I'm allowed to have it, but I must always write it down. Some days I eat better than others, but I looked at it like movement... make it a habit, and it'll be easier to stick to in the end.
Some people can dive in headfirst to something. I couldn't. I had to accept that, and choose realistic goals for myself.
Look at your life. What you'd like to see happen. Then take one step forward.
You can do this. If you want to be healthier, you can do this.
