For those just tuning in, last year I wrote letters to myself that will automatically post on my blog each month throughout the year. It's my way of keeping up with progress and showing myself the difference an entire year can really make. Instead of obsessing on the little things, I'm looking at the big picture.
So earlier this month the letter I'd written myself from December 2010 posted.
And here is the difference that one year can make.
December was when I started writing these letters to you. You were realistically motivated for the first time and you admitted that you could not get healthy on your own . Your friend Charlie created a blog for you and began teaching you about eating habits and how to get on the right track to losing weight.
Things have been a little slow on the weight loss front. But they are going to get better. I'm back in motivation mode and after losing 100 pounds herself, Charlie is back to help me overcome my own issues and excuses.
This month has been good so far emotionally. Only one panic attack. You're feeling upbeat more often than not and you feel good about the future. Keep that up. You'll do just fine.
Though no panic attacks, this month has gone down on the depression scale. I can always tell when I'm in a depression funk, and for some reason this winter has got a good hold of me. It may also have a lot to do with my insomnia which can fluctuate every day. But I'm trying. It's hard, but it's a baby step type of thing. You don't wake up one day cured of mental illness, and I know that. Sometimes all I can do is wake up and put clothes on, and sometimes that enough.
This month you weighed 250 pounds, and . . . you spend the month fighting your way to staying healthy. You get sick every year and this year it was a daily struggle to avoid catching the flu, a cold or any random virus. You also injured your wrist because you put all your weight on it while moving in bed. You also started getting migraines this month that were so painful it pretty much put you out of commission for days.
Still got sick. Not nearly as bad as last year though, which was amazing. I still have migraines but those also come with the insomnia. I'm hoping that when our new insurance kicks in come New Year, I'll get to the doctor and get ALL of my issues sorted out one by one. Oh and on the scale front, I am at 238 as of this morning. I've gained a few pounds since last month, but I am NOT 250 anymore. Twelve pounds down from a year ago, that's still progress.
For those just tuning in, last year I wrote letters to myself that will automatically post on my blog each month throughout the year. It's my way of keeping up with progress and showing myself the difference an entire year can really make. Instead of obsessing on the little things, I'm looking at the big picture.
So earlier this month the letter I'd written myself from December 2010 posted.
And here is the difference that one year can make.
Things have been a little slow on the weight loss front. But they are going to get better. I'm back in motivation mode and after losing 100 pounds herself, Charlie is back to help me overcome my own issues and excuses.
Though no panic attacks, this month has gone down on the depression scale. I can always tell when I'm in a depression funk, and for some reason this winter has got a good hold of me. It may also have a lot to do with my insomnia which can fluctuate every day. But I'm trying. It's hard, but it's a baby step type of thing. You don't wake up one day cured of mental illness, and I know that. Sometimes all I can do is wake up and put clothes on, and sometimes that enough.
Still got sick. Not nearly as bad as last year though, which was amazing. I still have migraines but those also come with the insomnia. I'm hoping that when our new insurance kicks in come New Year, I'll get to the doctor and get ALL of my issues sorted out one by one. Oh and on the scale front, I am at 238 as of this morning. I've gained a few pounds since last month, but I am NOT 250 anymore. Twelve pounds down from a year ago, that's still progress.