Each spring (around Good Friday/Easter) I celebrate my Weight Loss Anniversary. It's been 6 years since I mustered up enough courage to seek help to overcome my struggle with food. The process hasn't always been glamorous and to this day, I still struggle, but each day it a little easier.
Thinking back to the day I walked into the gym, carrying so much shame and guilt for allowing my life to spiral out of control the way it did. Yet, walking out from meeting my coach was a completely different feeling. For the first time in a very long time I felt like I had support, accountability, and a plan.
What made this attempt at getting my ass in gear and kicking the excess weight to the curb is that I stopped making excuses and put in the work. Sitting on the couch reading self help books, practicing manifestation or visualization didn't replace actually doing the work.
I'll be the first to admit that I am a bit pissed off at myself for letting this past year and a half slip away with little to no results to show for it. The lack of results is in direct proportion to the lack of effort on my part. I let my client training hours at the gym consume me and working in a gym is like anywhere else, when you clock out you want to get the hell out of dodge.
Over the next two days, I'll be wrapping up my final training sessions with my clients and then re-committing to promise that I made 6 years ago and striving for goals that I know are within me. I could look at all of these moments of falling off the wagon as failures, but those tumbles have led me to where I am now - fully ready to re-ignite my first born business (photography) expand into creative services for other coaches, trainers and wellness gurus while reconnecting with my love of fitness for me.