It has been two weeks since I have come back to clean eating and making all my meals at home, and it has been one week since I have started working out regularly. I have put much more thought and effort into this time around. I have constantly been up and down with my illness, hormones, depression, medication, eating, and exercising. I have been battling these things all my life, my illness starting a bit later but still just as menacing and complex.Â
I am taking it slow this time, I am trusting the process, I am trying to not look into the mirror too much, Iâm trying not to weigh myself at all unless I go to my nutritionistâs office, which I havenât done yet.Â
During the course of the last year or so I have gained about 15 lbs. This comes from stress, my relationship problems, a lack of motivation, and as always, my illness. I had been eating terribly, I wasn't working out, and I was making excuses for myself. I told myself that I wasnât gaining weight, I was fine, I was happy. But I was not. I am giving myself a year. I am working out 5 times a week, drinking 5 bottles of water a day, and eating healthy. My meals typically look like this:
1 piece of whole wheat toast
Chunk chicken salad with green peppers and celery
Grilled chicken or grilled salmon
Salad/steamed vegetables or whole wheat pasta/brown rice
Nuts, fruit, vegetables with low fat dressing or plain yogurt, etc.
I am learning so much about myself through this journey. I jump from self-hate to self-love. I feel terrible one day and then great a few hours later. This journey is very definitely an emotional one. I am peeling the layers of myself back. Iâm learning. Iâm grateful to be alive. Iâm meditating. Iâm thinking. Iâm living. I am not giving myself a chance to fail, I am not giving myself a chance to make mistakes. I have done all those things, I know I am stronger than that. I am doing it for real this time and taking it slow. I am doing it for ME.Â