Ugh. Each time I take progress photos, I fight with myself because I see the opposite of progress. Last year at this time I was in the best shape I've ever been. I was about 35 lbs lighter, and I felt great. Then my thyroid threw a shit fit and everything went to hell. BUT. There's still progress. I still work out 5-6 days a week, and when I do, I kill it. I make good decisions about food (most of the time). I actively participate in this community. So I'm not moving backward. I'm still trying, and that is progress. *
I'm not saying that the weight gain and the enormous struggle to lose any of it isn't frustrating. Every single day I'm so fucking frustrated. And it doesn't help when people remind me that it's not my fault. Because my problem isn't blaming myself for the weight gain. I don't. I know it's not (entirely) my fault. My problem is that I struggle with being as big as I am. My clothes don't fit. I wore these shorts all last summer, and now I can't get them over my thighs. BUT. I keep trying. I often need support and motivation and my #fitsisters to urge me on. I'm not ashamed to ask for help. I'm only human. *
I guess this was all just to say that im going into this next round with a plan and some serious determination. I'm going to fucking kill it. Join me.
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