I'm Back On Track... No, For Real This Time! (With Pictures!)

It's true. It really truly is. I promise you. Know how I know? Because I'm already 30 pounds in! No, really. I went from a whopping 260 (shamefully, my highest weight ever), down to 229. I know this because I just weighed myself a few minutes ago so I could give an accurate number. I started in March of this year and have been diligent about what's going into my mouth. A big shout out to the Lose It! app for making that shizz easier than ever. Honestly, I'm an eater of every occasion. Picking up the kid from school? Eat a snack. Perusing Facebook? Eat a snack. The sky is blue? Eat a snack. Seriously, I love snacks. And sugar. Make 'em sugary snacks and I am a happy girl all day long. That is until I go this amazing event in Las Vegas, NV and see what I look like in pictures and I want to throw up all those snacks. It was a huge blow when I got on an airplane for the first time ever and couldn't buckle my seat belt. I tucked it and pretended like it was fastened. That right there is a humiliating fact, one I don't like to share. But it was a pivotal moment. How could I have let myself go so much after working my ass off a few years ago to be under 200? It was slowly, not all at once. A binge here. Eating portions big enough for 3 people and then having seconds. Sitting on my ass not doing a damn thing. That's how I let go of all my hard work and dedication. I plateaued, I burnt out and I gave up over the course of 5 years. You know what, it feels pretty shitty. So yeah, back to Vegas. Holy shit right?! I was meeting other book lovers who had become some of my closest friends over Facebook. I was meeting so many authors that I idolized and one super HOT male model that made all the women drool. There I was in clothes that didn't really fit me, and I was awkward and out of place. I hated it. Then I saw the pictures and I really started hating myself. This one in particular, this one killed me.

Yeah. I know. I could have served as my own flotation device in the case of a flash flood. Believe me I'm not proud. At that point in my life, my husband and I were 30 pounds apart. He's 5'11" and I'm 5'2". Not good. He was working hard and losing weight and I was gaining it just as fast. It had to stop. I had to make it stop. My fabulous book women had a weight loss group that up until that point, I'd pretty much blown off. I also was following a couple bad ass chicks on Instagram and decided now it was on. Now I was going to show the world I'm more than just a fat woman. I have two grand babies due in the next couple months and I was going to look amazing for them. I needed to be able to play with them and be a part of their lives for a very, very long time. I started off logging everything I ate. I gave up all soda, even diet because it's not real food anyways. My friend Cindy had some Plexus for me to try, and it's definitely helped. I dusted off my Fitbit and put it into action. All these things, I call the trifecta, because they've helped me put so much into perspective. How much I eat or don't eat, how much I move or don't move. That's all up to me. No more guessing when enough is enough. I know. It takes the control away from my food and puts it in my own hands. Where it belongs. That's made all the difference so far. Oh, you wanted to see the results thus far? By all means, PLEASE excuse the fact I'm in my daughter's bedroom. She's the only one with a full length mirror!