Yesterday was the last day of the 40 day Makers Diet program. I have lost twelve pounds in 40 days, but most importantly I have shown myself that I can finish what I started. I will never go 40 days without eating something I am not suppose to eat, but my love-hate relationship with food is more love than hate these days.
I love food, truly enjoy eating a good meal. I savored it, I picture it, it brings me joy. But my whole life I have struggled with my weight, with eating a lot of bad stuff, and then trying to lose weight in five minutes. My journey is far from over, truly it has just begun.
There were days during the last forty where I wanted to give up, where I looked at myself and said, well, this is just they way I will look. But thanks to the encouragement of everyone around me and this inner strength that God has given me, I did not give up. I am still thirteen pounds away from when I felt my sexiest, however, I no longer feel defeated when I eat unhealthy.
Some people might think this new way of eating is very restrictive, but on the contrary it is freeing. I no longer beat myself up for having a bad meal, I just make the next five meals according to my new standards— and that is victory for me.
Training is over, now is real life.