I’ve been chunky all my life.
Today I looked inside of my jeans and saw a 30.
It immediately reminded me of when I realized I was chunky.
In Kmart with my Aunt when I was around 9 and I had to buy a size 12.
The dress was cute but I was overweight.
She said, “Girl, you just have big bones”.
Which was the opposite of my grandmother saying, “Your bones are small”.
I had really bad self esteem issues growing up.
I was not only chunky, I was short and I had terrible acne all my life.
About 2 years ago I decided to FIGHT hard to get this weight off. I changed EVERYTHING.
It was a crazy battle. At first I paid a lot of attention to the scale.
Then I paid a lot of attention to my inches.
Then I paid a lot of attention to the slow progress.
Then something broke.
I just started to work hard and not care. Yes, I wanted the inches to fall off. But it took 30 years to get this way it wasn’t going to take a month to take it off.
Now 9 inches down I look in the mirror sometimes and I’m amazed.
Jesus has taught me so much about dedication, discipline, consistency, image, thoughts, & other people.
I’m not where I want to be but I’m thankful that I finally overcame the fat demon.
Deciding not to give up while being injured was the best decision I’ve made. My physical therapist, foot doctor and chiropractors have been so supportive during my rehab.
After this foot procedure I plan to run marathons. (We can talk about the last 8 months of my life one day. Daily pain & fatigue).
What are you overcoming? How can I be an encouragement to you?
