I’ve been better definitely. But my weight goes up and down from time to time. I haven’t been as active as I want to. I keep telling myself I’m gonna do it tomorrow but when tomorrow comes I’m always finding something better to do. But I might have found yet another motivation.
Not only do I want to do this for my health and well being, but there is a good chance that I will see my boyfriend of 6 months for the first time in 2 months, and I want to look amazing when he sees me. If that isn’t incentive enough, I’m not sure what is.
So let’s say that YES. Starting tomorrow, I will be forcing myself to the gym. Dangit.
I’m not going. Why? Simply because I am the fat friend and no one cares to ask me because no one wants to be seen with me. Understandable. Screw you all.
I’m not gonna lie, I haven’t worked out since I’ve been home. But I recently received news that gives me more motivation. I went to the doctor the other day because I had blood work. And the results came and back and unfortunately, I have type 2 diabetes. It felt like the end of the world to me. I knew I would have it at some point simply because at least 2 generations on either side of my family had it. So thanks genetics for screwing me over :/
But the doctor says if I can drop 20 lbs in 6 months, it’ll help a lot and my diabetes is controllable with just diet and exercise. Seems simple enough right? Well no. I’m one of the laziest couch potatoes ever, so “exercise” consists of getting up to go to the fridge or bathroom. That’s pretty much it.
Not to mention, I’m officially the fat friend at school. And I refuse to be that. I have a friend that’s a cheerleader, and she’s gonna kick my ass. YAY! :D Not in a literal sense, but she wants me to get better.
Sounds healthy right? Probably not, but it was delicious. We’ll have real food at some point today so hopefully I can make a delicious sandwich…..oh man. Maybe if I get bored I’ll do some planking on the ground or something.
I’ve gone to the gym occasionally. But today I went with a purpose. And I am exhausted. I don’t even know how many of anything I did. I just know that I did a lot. And it’s safe to say that even though I’m tired out of my mind, I’m slightly more energetic. Not to mention that sandwich I just ate was amazing ;)
I’ve ran a 5k this past summer. I beat my step mom, considering she’s a runner that’s pretty good. I used to actively play soccer until a knee injury killed that for me. My mom and step dad are both marathoners and my step dad is in the Air Force, so he’s obsessed with “P.T.” My mom is currently trying to convince me to do a half marathon with her in Las Vegas. I think I can do that :) My step mom is creating a simple work out plan that will not only help me get in shape, but just simply give me more energy to do what I want on a daily basis.
Mind you during all of these activities, I’m in high school still. So at some point I have to squeeze in homework time and what not. Bleh.
Tomorrow, August 15, 2011 I will start my journey towards a smaller me. I’m done with being ridiculously overweight and I’m ready to enjoy looking in the mirror again. I won’t say how much I weigh right now, until I’m at a better weight. Just know that right now, I’m far from healthy. I am 16 years old, and a junior in high school. My goal is to be in wonderful shape before I graduate.
My step mom has been a huge inspiration in this decision. But ultimately I’m doing this for myself. And I just want to live without the fear of being sick. My mother and father as well as grandmothers on both sides all have diabetes. Which scares me, because I know once you have it, you can’t exactly get rid of it. Only manage it wisely. So this is me taking control before it’s too late. I have a family that supports me and a boyfriend who loves me no matter what I do.
Let’s do this.