It's hard

Once I got sober, my weight became an issue. I figured it was okay at first but it's not anymore. That was 7 years ago. I didnt realize how big i had gotten.

I've sat and cried because pants don't fit. I've felt disappointed with myself for giving up. I've listened to that voice that said having a cheat week was okay. I've felt so uncomfertable just being. Nothing fit and I hated looking in the mirror.

8 weeks ago, I joined a crossfit gym and im currently going three days a week. (Say what you want, but it gets me there) I've always struggled with my diet and because of that, hold all of my weight in my mid section.

I've got no upper body strength, but I can crack a bowling ball with my legs. I'm in the middle of my 'transformation' I don't want this to be a diet or a temporary thing. I want this to be a new start, to a new me.

It's hard. I hate running with a burning passion. But I do it. I'm so sore and I don't want to go to the next class, but I go, because it's moving forward. I don't want to eat that salad because I'm not a fucking rabbit. But I do it.

If you are thinking of giving up on your own transformation, I'm posting this to remind you to keep moving forward. Don't give up. It's too easy to quit. You didnt gain all that weight in one day, nor will you loose it in one day.

you are so worth it.