As I sit here thinking to myself, it has cossed my mind do I think I could gain eveything back I lost. It's a scary thought to think. Before I was 276 pounds and losing over 100 pounds was not an easy task. I cried most nights on how hard I had to work to get to a healthier me. All the blisters on my feet, sweat I had shed, the chaffing between my legs, continuing pains from working out, how everyone I knew got to eat what they wanted and I was stuck with diet food, the tears I cried over the scales because sometimes it would not move or budge. I think back to the beginning of my journey and I am so thankful I never gave up through it all. If I would have given up there is no doubt in my mind I would be way bigger then I was when I started. I'm proud of myself everyday for accomplishing the biggest goal I have ever set in my life. I think to myself how and why in the world did I let myself get so big? My breaking point was when my mother guessed my weight right off the bat (there were other Breaking points as well), she was only 1 pound away from being correct. I did not think I looked that big. But still to this day when I look in a mirror I see the scars of what once was a very unhealthy and unhappy girl. It's hard to get around the fact that I'm not 276 pounds anymore I have a constant thought of I'm "fat". I still see that girl in the mirror. My mother told me I will always see her. Maybe that image is embedded in my head forever to keep me from turning back into the girl I dont ever want to be again.
What was your breaking point?
When you look in the mirror what do you see?