It's been 12 months on from my last post. I honestly thought that I'd be one of those success stories you read about. The "Oh my goodness, she's lost 40kg in one year! Let's celebrate!" type of girl. Alas, that wasn't the case. I got complacent and lazy. I took on injuries, life changes, life halts, life in general. I'm actually refusing to step on the scales at the moment because I know I'm not going to like what I see.
I just took seven (Yep, SEVEN) boxes of clothes from nearly 12 months ago into storage today. Truth be told, I don't fit into them anymore. That's such a massive blow after having so much drive 12 months ago. I guess that's the thing though, and what I preached so much before - you gotta keep trying. It's not an overnight thing, apparently, it's not even a year-long thing - it's a lifetime thing. Maybe that's something I just need to keep reminding myself over and over. The way that I am now didn't happen with one meal or one decision. It was multiple. And to put myself in a positive mindset going forward, it will be the same thing.
So I jumped back in four days ago. I again haven't jumped on the scales. I, however, did buy a new swimsuit and took before photos. I'm taking shakes (which, omg, again goes against everything I've ever said) BUT I'm keeping in a deficit so I'll take that.
I'm also (impatiently) waiting for my gym to open its doors at the end of the month so I can get back into the swing of things. However, with an ongoing elbow (of all things) injury, it's going to be a tough road.
Thank you for tuning back in, I hope you're doing well and can't wait for you to follow this next chapter.