I've never been one to down myself about my faults. Quite the contrary, I have always been a very confident person, a person who knows she's beautiful and knows just how fabulous she is. With that being said, it doesn't mean I don't have things that I would like to see change for the better. However, all the confidence in the world can't cover up the fact that my body has changed and not in a way I like.
A little background:
I'm a mother of three kids. 9, 12 and 14.
I'm a stay at home/work from home mom and have been for many years.
I'm a wife to a retired Army Soldier, 16 years.
I actually LIKE working out.
Okay, when you see my pictures... we will call them the BEFORE picture even though they were taken yesterday... you will probably laugh at that last statement, but truth is, I was never one to work out until I moved to Arizona, found some friends that I could drag to the gym and on long walks with me, and found that I working out made me feel great the rest of the day. It was great. Then we moved back to Georgia to retire. I didn't have the friends to drag to the gym, lost my motivation and was tire of not seeing results for the time I was putting into it.
So about 6 months ago I quit working out... cold turkey. Woke up one day and said. I'm Done! And I quit. Gave up.
So about 6 months ago I quit working out... cold turkey. Woke up one day and said. I'm Done! And I quit. Gave up.
Since coming back from Arizona in January 2013, I've gained 20lbs. TWENTY. Twenty pounds to add to the already obese number that appeared on my scale.
Confidence is dwindling. Clothes are tight. Life has to change. Here begins my journey.
