April 2018, I finally decided it was time to “lose the weight”. Now I admittedly started for the wrong reason (a girl) and started off the wrong way (highly restrictive diet). But this entire thing is a process right? It hasn’t been easy, and to be honest if I had to start today I don’t think I’d be able to do it. But once you look back and see how far you’ve come, that is what really pushes you forward. Before, I knew what my limits were. Doing shit like walking to the mailbox. That was it.
Now? I have no clue what my physical, and emotional limits are.
I started at 478 and now I’m at around 299, so I’m still not done. Now I do it for myself, (still kinda do it for a different girl though) but ultimately its a fight to live the live you want. If you aren’t happy, stop settling for the life you have.