This is the last time.
I got weighed at the doctor the other day. I haven't weighed myself in close to 3 months now, where the last time I weighed myself, I was in the 165-170 range. Not ideal but given that I was in the middle of moving, all my cooking things were packed up and I was making do with what I had, not terrible.
In the past I've lost the same 40 pounds over and over. I'm 31 now, and I am sick of it. At my lowest 2 years ago I was at 135 and got complacent and gained back about 10 pounds, and then managed to maintain that for a good while. When I got stressed, I turned to food. I hadn't conquered my habit of turning to food when stressed out.
The office weighs in kg, and it's been killing me for three days now having not converted it.
Well I did. 180. The highest I've been in 3 years and I knew it would be around that. But I was living in denial, knowing I got bigger/gained weight, but living in a sort of denial that it couldn't be THAT bad.
It is. My knees hurt. Everything hurts. I'm 5'1" so that's a lot of weight on my joints. I can't enjoy my hobby (a sport) because I don't have the energy for it. I did yoga last night and it all just hurt. My stomach blocks me from getting a deep enough stretch like I used to.
I am over this. I'm done. I'm getting on track for the final time, and I will never let myself get to this point again. I felt pretty when I was skinnier for the first time in my life, and I don't feel that anymore. I am ready for a change, I'm ready to take charge of my health.
180, may I NEVER see you again.
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