The first 2 months were the most challenging. I must admit, cutting things out, changing my eating habits and remembering to write everything down was a killer. After 32 years I was being taught how to eat by my Dr. and how to order from a menu. I was learning which foods were healthy and what to avoid. Six to seven months later I thought that it would be easier and that I would get the hang of it but clearly I was wrong. Nine to ten months into my journey I plateaued for a few months. Did I want to quit then and there? YES! Did I feel like canceling my trainer because I wasn’t in the mood? YES! But did I dare to cancel? NO! Especially with his 24 hours cancellation rule. Instead I continued, I fought and tried everything my Dr, was telling me to try to break the plateau. Some days I thought to the hell with this, why should I go through the trouble, for what? But then I started losing again. My scale started moving again. I am all about the numbers. I got shouted at by my Dr. and trainer for letting numbers get to me but I never listened. My clothes started fitting better, the numbers started going down and I felt relieved. Finally there was hope again. My blood results were lower and my measurements went down. I walked my 10 thousands steps, drank all my water and ate clean daily. I started noticing the changes and people at work started complimenting and noticing as well. I felt good and healthier. But I won’t lie, even till this day there are times when I want to skip my workouts BUT I never would unless I couldn’t cause of work events that took place at the same time. That one hour is my sanity hour where I switch off and concentrate on just me.
