Well... 3-ish months or so have passed and I haven't made much progress in the weight-loss, life-style change area of my life. I'm five days away from turning 20 years old and if anything I've gained weight since starting this process over again. The reality of my situation is there obviously. I mean, I'm in college, I've joined two amazing organizations, worked hard in my classes and my health, once again has been set on the back burner.
With classes, organizations, dreams and aspirations coming to a manageable level, I truly think it's time to start this process again. Lower my gluten intake even more, continue my lack of dairy products and actually cut out all the junk that is so much cheaper and easier to make.
The freshman 15 was totally, 100% a true thing here for me but, at here in Columbia we call it the Mizzou 22 and man is that apparent when you come to college. Year after year doctors tell me to eat healthier and make better decisions, but when you're expected to be involved, take as many credit hours as I am, work and so much more, choosing to sit around and cook a good meal for just one person seems pretty lack-luster.
But, I'm done making excuses. I'm not here trying to tell myself I'm going to be perfect and that the temptation of Orange Leaf won't occasionally get the best of me, but I'm going to keep trying. I think finally after what has seemed like a lifetime, but has truly only been a year and seven months, my lower left leg has had ample time to heal. Walking doesn't send sharp pains anymore and I can make it across campus without feeling like I just ran a marathon. Battling shin splints that turned into so much more has been difficult and took me out of so much activity for so long. I never imagined a stress fracture, let alone rupturing my calf muscles. (Honestly, I didn't even know one could rupture a muscle.)
I have let myself heal, I've let myself settle and now I must let myself become the person I know I can be. Putting on this much weight has truly not made me less confident in myself, but it has shown me what weight can affect, mainly my asthma and the life style I want to truly live. Now, I just have to take a stand and do this for myself.
Off to bed for me so I can make an early start for my day tomorrow. Gym, breakfast, classes, break then work. Scheduling is going to be my new best friend, and I can't wait to see what the future has in store for me next.
With love, strength and passion.
"A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step." - Confucious