Thirty for Thirty

That is so not me ^^^  If it were, and my scale read 115, you’d be able to hear my joyful cries all the way in your comfy, cozy homes.  I will never be 115.  I’m ok with that.
I turned 30 back in December.  It wasn’t a big deal to me, not at all.  Age is just a number, and it’s all relative.  You can’t slap a number on yourself and let it dictate who you are, age or weight.  I have to remind myself of that often when i think of how much weight I’ve gained since I got married.  Granted, that was nearly 12 years and two kids ago, but still… 
When I started my efforts to become a slimmer, healthier me back in August (almost exactly 11 years after my marriage) I was 75 lbs heavier than on my wedding day.  That’s a lot of Chinese take-out, Olive Garden and Girl Scout cookies.  A lot.  Since August, I’ve limited (not cut out completely) many of the food I love, but to some degree, it makes me love them more.  Those Tagalongs taste even better than they did last year.  The salad at the OG is more than just a salad.  And Chinese, oh how I still love thee.  Just not twice a week anymore.
The pay off?  In 7 months, I’ve dropped 30 lbs.  Thirty pounds.  I could have been all self-deprecating and probably lost at least another 15, but I might not have stuck with it.  Denying yourself everything gets old.  Quick.  Everything in moderation makes for a happy girl.
At least most of the time.
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2 Responses to Thirty for Thirty

  1. Jessie says:

    You should be so proud of yourself! Slow and steady is how you keep it off but I don’t have to tell you that right? You are doing so great!

  2. Angela says:

    Congrats! Here’s to the next 30:) Thanks for following Mommy Time Out

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