So most of my life I was lean and athletic. I was All-State, MVP, etc of my sports teams in high school and college. I love the competition and the feeling of adrenaline that playing sports/working out gives me. I was so in shape, I could have been G.I. Jane…
The second half of college and the year following college, I completely fell off the wagon. I was living with my boyfriend who was 10 years older than me and a handful of his frat boy-like friends (that man is my husband now lol).
Every night was another party, drinking, and drunk snacking on Slim Jims.
Many vodka and cranberries later, I was a mess. Large, unhealthy, out of control, and extremely insecure.
After months of “I’ll work out tomorrow”, I finally put my sneakers on and began working out and eating right. Long days of grueling workouts, boring salads, and religiously watching Doctor Oz led to me losing 70 pounds! I even ran a full marathon after months of training.
I felt on top of the world. More energy than a toddler playing with finger paint, stronger than I’ve ever been before-I was back!
I just don’t care.
I’ve put on baby weight with my daughter, but lost some of it so I’m not huge- I’m just … normal.
I work out like 3 times a month and walk here and there.
Most of the food I eat is healthy and organic, but there is still crap sprinkled in on occasion.
While I would like to fit back into my old jeans, I just don’t have any motivation to work my ass off like I did before. I’m not happy with my body, but I’m not too unhappy with it either..
Every day I think of how awesome I felt during my weight loss journey and how I want to get back there, but… whatever… too much work…
Please tell me I’m not alone! Anyone else lose motivation entirely? How in the hell did you get it back?
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