The other day, I was feeling frustrated with my weight loss. I hit a plateau... I ran 9 miles, burning 900 calories and didn't lose a pound. I admit, it was discouraging. And I allowed dissatisfaction and depression to settle in. And then, I came across these pictures, more particularly the pictures from Alaska, and it hit me, how far I had come. My body is not perfect. It may never look exactly like I want it to (I've always wanted to look toned.) That's okay. What I need to remember is that I'm moving in the right direction and taking steps to be the healthiest and best me that I can be. Instead of beating myself up because I'm in a bit of rut, I need to be kind to myself. Loving myself, each step of the way, because I'm worth being loved no matter how much weight I've gained or lost. AND so are you.
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| In Alaska, about 3 months after Aiden was born (180 lbs ish) |
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| More than a year after Aiden was born 175-178 lbs |
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| 160-165 lbs around the same time |
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| 160-165 lbs a few months later |
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| about 150lbs about 2 months later |
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| about 150lbs... ditto |
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