A post from the future

Someday, I would like to be able to write this post and have it be 100% true: 

Hi, my name is Paige. I used to let my life just go by, thinking that magically it would transform into the life I always wanted. I always wanted to lose the weight I put on but would convince myself that one more snack wouldn't hurt. It would be the "last" snack I would have. Because tomorrow I would actually do it. And I genuinely believed it. Did not feel like a lie I was telling myself. It was fact. I really WAS going to do it. 

However, one day I got sick of it. I made the change that day! I got out of bed and went to the gym at 5:30 in the morning. It hurt. I kept going it. I now go to the gym every day and I come home a sweaty mess. I honestly just feel better when I go work out. For the most part I run, but I can also be found in the weight room or on a spin bike. 

 I also got sick of eating junk food, and I started planning out my meals. No more chicken nuggets for breakfast. No more handfuls of Costco cookies. It was veggies and fresh fruit. Desserts that make my mouth water and that I REALLY enjoyed. (No more little Debbie snack cakes…) 

 With these changes I was able to lose over 100lbs. I can now shop in the regular clothing sections of a store. If I see a cute clothing boutique I can go inside and know that something in there will fit me. I am not longer afraid to fly. When I used to fly I would get anxiety, wondering if that trip was going to be the seat belt extender. I was 100% positive that who ever had to sit next to me was frustrated that they got stuck next to the fat person. I would try and fold myself into the smallest position I could. 

 I am also able to go hiking with my daughter every weekend. I get to enjoy the outdoors and not dread any hill I see. I love getting to spend time with my daughter and watch her make healthy choices. She loves to run around, hike, swim and be active. When I go to a work event or out to dinner with my Husband I am not embarrassed by my size. No, I am not tiny. But I am fit. I look like someone that cares. And it is because I am. I finally care about myself. 

 I am not sure what drove me to make the change, but it happened. I finally grew up. I stopped wishing someone else would take care of me and make it happen and I took care of myself. It did not happen quickly, but I never gave up.

Sadly, none of the above is true. YET. I still push everything off until later. I believe it will just magically happen if I keep waiting. It is time for me to grow up. To take control of my life. That is what I am going to track on this blog. Wanna come with?