New goal: to be one of the healthiest, happiest, nicest people in the world.
I second this goal!
My best friend and I decided we wanted to lose weight.
But working out was too hard for us. We would try, but give up. Running was boring and hurt too much and I just didn’t have the endurance to do in home workouts.
My best friend wanted to though. It was a constant battle between her wanting to workout and me not liking the discomfort I felt. My best friend could keep going but I decided that we would stop.
I turned the focus to food.
Before we would eat junk food whenever we wanted: fast food, cookies, cake, soda, chips, pizza, corn dogs, frozen burritos. My friend always ate I what I ate, even if she really wanted something else.
I was sooo tired of being overweight! I hated myself for eating sooo much junk food, and it was my friends fault! Why didn’t she stop me! She knows what my goal is, so why is she not making it easier and helping me stay on track.
We were best friends but we would fight all the time. It typically ended with me telling her how much I hated her and how ugly and worthless she was. The whole time I would be ripping her apart, I KNEW it was my fault I felt this way. But I was so frustrated I had to take it out on her. She didn’t stop me from eating the bad food! And she didn’t MAKE me workout harder. So she was to blame too, atleast I felt that way.
The next day I decided I was no longer going to eat. WE were no longer going to eat. My friend would complain about how hungry she was. She would constantly ask me if we could eat, I would tell her she was fat. And she would always be fat if she didn’t stop eating. I hated her, I was happy she was hungry. She should be hungry! It’s her fault we are both so fat and ugly.
That whole week all we ate was a cup of soup and an orange.
I felt fat, tired and ugly. My friend was fat, tired, an ugly.
I was crying one night in my bathroom. I just wanted to be pretty! Why could I not be pretty! I was so ugly.
My friend was there, I started telling her how ugly she was. She was fat and I was fat. You could tell how tired she was, she didn’t look healthy, she looked so sad…I was staring at her and I couldn’t take it anymore. I hit her.
And as the mirror broke. I could see my best friend staring back at me through all the broken pieces of the mirror. Crying.
If you treated your best friend how you treat you body….how many friends would you have left? You have your body for life. They can never leave you. Love them.
Create a healthy life to be happy about. It will take effort and some times you will feel discomfort. But it will be worth it. I promise.
This is a prime example as to why the number on the scale doesn’t mean a single thing. The picture on the left was last November and I weighed 139 pounds. The picture on the right is this morning (November 12) and the last time I weighed myself I was 148 pounds. That’s a 9 pound gain! I still wear the same size jeans but my body fat is significantly lower and ASS <3
I’m extremely happy that I started lifting and squatting because I’ve never been more happy with my body :)
@emiliafit: Happy Thursday. Spending 3.5 hours cleaning/laundry/cooking (something I never do). Taking applications for boyfriends now.. Prerequisites: must know how to cook, clean, do laundry, give back massages and MUST lift. K cool?!
It amazes me that I can accurately type at top speed without looking at my keyboard but still pour water down my shirt ‘cause I missed my mouth in general.