If you follow me on Instagram (and you should!), then you'll notice I've been posting lots of images that relate to a healthier lifestyle. I've never been the most health conscious person, and good food is most certainly a way of life for the Mr. and me. But on a cold day in January, something clicked. I had this overwhelming urge to get up, get active and change my life for the better. In the past few months I have completely changed the way I eat, the way I exercise, and the way I look at total wellness. When I was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes a few years back, I was devastated. . . and very much in denial. My doctor's kept telling me that I needed to make some serious lifestyle changes -- drink less alcohol. Work out more. Count carbs. All these new rules for my life sounded like death sentences. I was a girl (and still for the most part am this girl) who loved a night of cocktails, sleeping in late on Sautrdays, and eating huge bowls of pasta 3nights a week. But as I started researching and learning more about my disease, I knew I had to do something.
In 2010, I got engaged and figured there was someone else I needed to live for other than just myself. So I started working out. I wanted to lose weight for my wedding and just fell better overall. It worked. I lost the weight and looked amazing on my wedding day (If I may say so myself). And then the weight kept coming off. And kept coming off. And kept. coming. off. It was no effort, so I stopped working out. I was down to my skinniest weight since middle school. I shopped more, and those bad eating habits started creeping back in. Over the holidays of 2013, I began to gain weight again and all those cute tops and bottoms that fit me so well just 3 months ago, were starting to feel tight and uncomfortable. So I again decided to restart my workout plan after the holidays. And I'm not ashamed to say this decision was purely vanity. And I did a little bit here and there but nothing too strenuous. But on that day in January, something happened. I mean, something literally clicked in my head and I wanted to shed this skin of someone not living but existing.
Since starting my new lifestyle makeover, I can definitely see little changes. I have more energy. I wake up earlier in the morning. My butt is starting shape up (score)! Plus, I think about every piece of food I put in my mouth. I work out really hard these days and the thought of eating something that will basically destroy all the hard work I put in at the gym makes me rethink all my food splurges.
So this is it. I know it's a rambling stream of consciousness, and I had no intention of sharing ALL this info above, but I just felt like someone needed to hear it. Be good to yourself. Be good to your body. It's the only one you have. If you love it right, it will love you back.