I HIT MY GOAL OF 11 MINUTE MILE! Not only did I hit it, but I BEAT IT BY 7 SECONDS!! WHOOT WHOOT!!! I may have finished looking like this:
BUT THE POINT IS I FINISHED!!!! I DID IT. I FRICKIN DID IT!!!!!!!
Whew, okay, now I will bring it down a notch, but I have to truly say that I am proud of myself today. When I started this journey almost a month ago, I hoped I would still be dedicated to this lifestyle change but as many times I have started and finished a diet in the past, in the back of my mind, I had some doubt. Could I do it? Would I do it? I still have so much longer to go but I've come this far. They say it takes doing something for one month for it to become habit. Well this tuesday will be my 4th week. Do I LOVE going to the gym and getting my workout on? HELL NO. I fricking hate going. If being fat was sexy and healthy, I'd be HHHOOOOOTTTTTTT! But I am motivated to go. I am wanting to change my life. Being this size isn't healthy and is a terrible example for my son. I want him to grow up knowing a healthy lifestyle. I want my husband and I to be around for him. If I get hit by a bus and lose my life early, then that is one thing. But I do NOT want to eat my way into an early grave. Eat my way into not being around for my grandchildren. Being in nursing school, I've seen so much. And its sad to say that more than HALF of the people in those hospital beds put themselves there. I am not talking about the unfortunate people who got breast cancer, pancreatic cancer, or any other type of diseases that is like a russian roulette game. I'm talking about the ones who are smokers for 20 years and now have COPD. Or those with Type 2 diabetic and still eat themselves silly because they think an insulin shot is their saving grace only to find out its not. My grandmother died way before her time. And I know it could have been prevented. It should have been prevented. Over 60% of those people with Type 2 Diabetes will die of some sort of heart related issue, such as a heart attack or heart failure. For my grandma, it was a heart attack in her sleep. Prior to giving birth because of the PCOS, I was actually prediabetic. I was put on Metformin at 27 years old. My sugar actually evened out after pregnancy so not on anything but but that is a scary thought. I am close to potentially having that in my life again. I need to fight for my health. I already have one strike against me with PCOS, I can't create a strike against myself because I want some damn fries. What sense does that make? Its just not worth it. Of course I will have things in moderation, when I am in a good place weight wise. Being healthy will afford me the ability to eat whatever I'd like every now and then, but not now. Right now, its important to stay healthy and strong. Stay focused. Reach my goal first. No shortcuts. NO SHORTCUTS. I have a motivation in my soul that I've never had before. And its weird but I actually prayed for myself to be strong against my addiction to food. To be able to really and truly get fit. I am doing it day by day. Meal by meal. i won't promise to be perfect, but I do promise to try everyday. To ask myself before making a careless decision "IS IT WORTH IT?". At a weak moment, it may be Yes, but so far, its always been no.
Anyways, here is my intake from yesterday. A little under but I did really well. Dinner was DELICIOUS!!!!!