From 270 to 160.

Sigh. I thought I’d escaped it when I didn’t get sick immediately after travel. Ironically, my first weekend back I spent with friends and one of them was sick, and I caught That. xD

It’s not all that bad of a cold, except for the fact that my throat constantly feels like I’ve run five miles. So it’s not a normal sore throat, it’s quite odd. And as I found out very quickly, makes it rather hard to work out. Plus my cough is a loud, rumbly, painful thing that happens even when I breathe wrong. 

Hello lovelies! :)

I’m back from Thailand and gearing to get back on this weight loss train! That being said, while I was off my regular routine, I wasn’t actually off the weight loss train, since I still managed to lose 2lbs while on vacation. That was incredibly encouraging for me to see. 

I’m back to the lowest weight I’ve been yet! :D You know what that means? I’m coming for you, 180′s! I am SO excited to be out of the 190′s, feels like it’s been quite the plateau here. 

I find it happens to me every once in a while when it’s a long journey like this. You just get tired of the whole weight loss thing. Counting calories and scheduling the same workouts and taking similar lunches just begins to feel more like a chore and less motivating. 

So I’m giving myself a (partial) break. I’ve decided to stop counting calories for a couple weeks, and just focus on eating healthy and eating when I’m hungry. I’ll be monitoring it to see what the scales says about it, what my measurements say about it, and how I feel in general. 

Now, this isn’t to say my motivation to lose weight has disappeared, or even my passion for it. I just feel like I’m getting stagnant. Like I need to switch things up and make them interesting again. 

I started a new venture today. I opened an Etsy shop! (Check it out at https://www.etsy.com/ca/shop/BrighterDayDesign if you want!) 

And it’s funny...at first thought, I never would have associated something like that with weight loss. But then I started thinking about it. When I was overweight, I was afraid. I was afraid to draw any attention to myself, afraid of what people thought of me, afraid I’d disappoint them. 

But the more I’ve lost weight, the more confident I’ve become. Also the more content I’ve become with myself in general. I’ve learned to love myself through this process, and become less concerned with how others see more, and more concerned with how I see me. After all, I’m the one who has to live with myself, right?