I am 5’5.
I started at 186 pounds back in the day (2.5 years ago.)maybe 190 even. I rarely weighed myself.
In the middle picture I was 144, a year after I started my weightloss journey.
In the last picture, i am 146. Happier than ever. My happiness no longer depends on the number on the scale. I am happy with the person I have become, with the person I am becoming. I love my life and i wouldn’t have it any other way.
I’ve come a long way, I’ve realized that weight loss is a lot of hard work. A lot of tears. A lot of struggles. A lot of triumphs.
Now, I lift. I run. I still struggle. I still succeed. My hands are callused. My muscles are strong. I have struggled through an eating disorder, all to realize that I don’t care about being skinny. I want to be strong. I want to treat my body in the way that it deserves. Your body is your vessel. The only thing that will be with you throughout your entire life. Love it. Cherish it. Treat it right.
Never give up.
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