06/08/2019
Made this a story but figured why not make it a post... let me say weight is only a 2 pound difference.
February, 2017- (134 #) I remember taking check in photos for myself. As I sit here and look at those photos, I can tell how unhappy I was with myself. I started my fitness journey January 2015, making very good progress in a year. April 2016 I moved to Florida, letting that be an excuse to get out of my routine. Relationship, Anxiety, Self Control issues lead me to my heaviest of 155 in August 2016.. thankfully a switch flipped in my brain and told me to stop being a little bitch and get off my ass. August 16’ to February 17’ I lost 20 pounds.. I hardly have any photos of that time because I was just so disgusted with myself, that I let myself go that badly...
Today- August 6th, 2019 (132 #).. so much happier.. mentally/physically/emotionally, I am so much stronger. I’ve been much leaner/better conditioned in between these photos.. does that mean I’m going to get mad at myself and stress.. no. The past two months I’ve hardly done anything, eating like trash and hardly even in the gym.. which is nobody’s fault except my own. I refuse to give up just because I’ve had a rough two months. These past two months have been a set back, which I’m thankful for because it’s taught me something important. I’m trying to grow my mind and body so stay tuned to see the comeback 😈🍑 @ Riverview Tampa, Florida
