Ever since the summer, I’ve felt pretty uncomfortable and insecure with my body. After everything that has happened, I’ve let myself go. There was a time when I hardly ate just cause I didn’t feel like eating. My mother almost took me to the doctor cause she noticed my weight lost and said I looked sickly. Then I got past that state and couldn’t stop eating… I’ve gained some weight since last summer, and I’m not happy about it. I know I am not fat, and people always get upset when I say that I need to lose weight.
I may not be obese, but I know for a fact that I am by no means, healthy. Eating fast food more than twice a week. Never exercising. Always eating junk food. I’m surprised that I haven’t died from a heart attack.
There are two months until summer. I am determined to eat better and exercise more often to get that summer body and ultimately live a healthier lifestyle. Last week I did P90x every single day. I stopped this week… But from this point on, I am going to stay dedicated and stick to it until summer.
I am determined to feel good about myself, feel confident, and like what I see in the mirror.