Why I'm Glad I was Fat.

Running sprints at the gym with a friend the other day she brought up a party we went to where she thought my boobs were going to fall out of my shirt.

Funny thing is, I remember this day and how skinny I felt and how happy I was to fit into that shirt again.

It got me thinking about my journey, I was not unhappy through it all. Yes I struggled, but I was slowly making progress and THAT is made me keep going.

I never ever thought I would be the weight I am now, so I was just happy to keep slowly going down.
Anything was better than where I was, I knew I was trying.

Finding motivation is hard, but that feeling I have when I give something my all is what keeps me going.
The feeling I had when I finally broke 200 is something I will never forget.

I didn't feel fat, I wasn't sad, I was PROUD. I'm actually GLAD I was fat.
I've learned so much from going through my weight loss journey, I think it's made me a better person.
I'm more compassionate.
I'm stronger.
I'm prouder.
I'm more confident.

I'm a better mother, I have the tools to teach Miss M how to live healthy. Watching the Biggest Loser last night, it's apparent that childhood obesity stems from parents not having the knowledge to make better choices. No one WANTS their child to be pre-diabetic at 13. You can be thin and still be unhealthy, eating crap is still bad for your body even if you are not heavy.

I'm glad I forced myself to eat right and exercise and THAT I ENJOY DOING IT.

It's not a chore, its fun.

You need to fall in love with the gym. {a true statement thanks to Dolvett!}
Fake it til you make it, you get your ass sweating until that statement is true.
Don't think about the amount of weight you want to lose, or how hard it seems.
Focus on the next 10 pounds, I promise you will feel awesome when you do it.

Happy Tuesday!