I'm terrified I am going to fail. I feel like the entire world is against me with their intriguing fast food ad's, once a month holiday's that center around over-indulging yourself, and expensive healthy alternatives that never seem to taste as good as their lard soaked cheaper and oh so delicious sister's. Anxiety has it's grip on me which makes going to the gym a dreadful task. All the people who could be looking at me and judging me makes my skin crawl. Not to mention the elephant in my head that makes me think if I work too hard I will drop dead right in the middle of the gym.
But, despite all the reason's telling me not to lose weight there is one really great reason to do it. Well 3 reason's actually. Their names are S, L and my new baby R and they are worth it. Many people would read that and think it's ridiculous to say I don't want to lose weight so I can fit into cute clothes or be confident in social settings. They would say I should be doing it for myself and not other people. They would say I will fail if I don't do it for myself. But the truth is I don't think very highly of who I am and all I want to do is crawl in bed with a box of Ferrero Rocher's, watch Ellen and disappear. My family is what I live for. Everyday I get out of bed to take care of my daughters because they need to eat and be shown how much I love them. Everyday I clean so my husband has a nice house to come home to. If I had a choice I would probably drown myself in alcohol and drugs. My family does not deserve that. They did not cause the hurts from my past. They are the beauty of my present and the wonder of my future.
I will take this first step for them. I will take these terrifying and overwhelming steps so I can be my husband's arm candy and run along side of my daughters. I will take them so I have the energy to play all day and energy to keep our house in order.
And now for a quote from one of my favorite before and after threads:
In ONE year you will be GLAD you started today.
In ONE year you will be GLAD you started today.


