Don't call it a comeback I've been here for years.
No literally, I have been fighting a losing battle with my weight for over 20 years and for the past four years this battle has been chronicled in this blog. If you were to scroll through my previous posts and count you'd see several posts referring to my "return to the weight loss wagon" (no need to look for it, just take my word).
In reflecting over my struggle with weight loss there is one thing I am proud of. During my most recent relapse my recovery time came quicker and my behavior during this setback didn't even come close to being as bad as it has been in times past.
Scouts honor, on media takeout you won't find photos of me surrounded by a buffet of candy bars, cakes, cookies, and ice cream (at least I hope not, I believe I destroyed all evidence of any such hypothetical photos).
But seriously, this time I only dipped my foot in the river of fatness and decided the water temperature was too cold for my blood.
So what happened?
I'm in a season of life that's leading me to question my purpose, motives, and motivations. Not that I've experienced one before but when asked I've said "I'm going through a mid-life crisis." That label is not encouraging or speaking life into my situation, but honestly I've been in the middle of a very uncomfortable state with God and my life and I'm still a work in progress.
So here I sit, once again motivated, determined, and focused. I'm not going to leave you with promises or declarations of change. I'm reminded of a quote that says, "We don't plan to fail, we fail to plan." So this time I've got a plan A, plan B, plan C, and all the way up to plan Z if needed. I'm planning for my success.
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Lastly, If you're a fat chic like me stay motivated, be encouraged, and know that inside of every fat chic is a skinny chic waiting to come out!
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