It's April and the rain is coming down! I find it appropriate since it feel likes a fresh start. Rain to wash away the past and afterwards, it leaves a trail of beauty. Last April I started a mission and for a year, I have stuck pretty close to it. My mission was to work out and eat better. The amazing part was that the working out was the easy part. It was the eating better that was hard. It's no wonder America is so overweight. We have fast food on every corner and the prices for processed foods are so much cheaper. They pretty much didn't give us much of a choice if we wanted to pay the bills and eat too. If you are on the lower end of the scale when it comes to wages, you know exactly what I'm talking about. Buying healthier food is a challenge and it's one that I will conquer. I've started buying more veggies and fruit now that spring is here and the produce section is looking good again. I would love to start buying more organic cause frankly, the stuff we ingest from non organic is scary. But we do what we have to do and all we can do is try.
Last April, I buckled down with some help and started on a journey. I actually started working out. For the longest time, it was all talk and no action. I knew what I wanted but finding the motivation was difficult. I found it in the most unlikely places and with that, I started. I do have to say that the first two months were a struggle but worth the pain. It took me that long to start a habit and I found that if I missed a day or two, I was mighty cranky ( not my words but my moms ) LOL I started noticing a change in how I felt and how I looked at everything. I started not hating myself so much in the mirror cause I knew that I was working hard. It was hard not seeing the inches shed as fast as I wanted but I kept at it cause I knew that my fat would let go eventually. If I put it on, I knew that I could take it off. If it was only as easy as changing your clothes. I couldn't do this alone and I had some good friends motivating. We all started the journey together and kept tabs on one another. There were times that I broke down and cried and there were times that I felt high on life. Everyone runs into the mental walls of working out and it's no fun but we cry it out and then get back up and finish the workout. It always felt good to just cry it out. We don't want those feelings trapped inside cause they will literally weigh you down. The last few months have been a major struggle and I gained back five pounds of the 25 I lost but I try to be positive about it. I could have gained more and you can't look back. If I dwell on how much I gained back, I'll loose sight of how far I've come. As of today, I've already lost two pounds of the five and I will get rid of the last three and then I'll carry on. I have goals and I will reach them. I don't care how long it takes me, as long as I never quit. I never want to start over cause it's the pits. I won't quit on myself. I may even find myself along the way.