Weight-loss: Sometimes you need to be told you are FAT!

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I’m sharing a small bit of my own journey. 3 years ago I was fresh out of the worst possible relationship for me. I was tipping the scales, hovering somewhere around the 300lb mark. I was emotionally drained, physically dying, and had no idea what I was going to do with my life.

For one, I couldn’t stand the sight of myself in the mirror because I didn’t LOOK like me. For second, I didn’t think it was possible to dust myself off and get healthy again. I made excuses, cried, drank my weight in sugary coffees, and pretended no one could see me.

Fast forward, I’m in a new relationship with the most attractive human being I had ever set eyes on. Little did I know, that person would change my life and become my husband ♥️. But it started with a simple conversation, he wanted me to go to the gym and wanted me to join him. He wanted to build muscle. I wanted to lose weight. He told me I was beautiful, but that I was indeed FAT, and that I could change it if I stuck to it. So, I started watching my food and being more active.

I have always had very little self control. As an emotional eater I always used food as a crutch. The accountability from my new partner was the jump I needed to really commit to this change.

Fast forward to August 6th, 2020. I had a life changing accident. I was visiting with my cousin at my Aunts place, just hanging out on the porch/balcony chatting away. I was leaning against the railing and after a few minutes the railing brackets gave way. Sending me sailing backward down a 20-25ft cliffside. I broke my back in 3 places, I tore my right bicep muscle, I have post concussion syndrome with a bit of memory loss, and nerve damage in my right leg.

While laying on the bed in the hospital I just remember thinking, I could have died! If I was any heavier I am sure I would have died! I don’t want to die fat! I don’t want to have mobility issues, I want to live. I’ve abused my body for so long, I’ve tried so hard. I want to live.

Long story short, if I had not heard the message 3 years ago, and started my journey then, I wouldn’t be here now. My husband saved my life. Because he told me I needed to get healthy! And thank GOD he did. I’m lucky in love, and lucky to be alive!

Weight-loss: Sometimes you need to be told you are FAT!
Weight-loss: Sometimes you need to be told you are FAT!
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