I started a weight-loss challenge with my personal trainer and the rest of her clients. 10 dollar buy-in. Measurements and weight check every week and a food log. Then at the end of our session she asked me to send her a “before” picture.

Fuck.

I had avoided keeping a full length mirror in my apartment because this just wasn’t something I wanted to face. I did not want to see what 150 pounds looked like on me. I avoided it for days, but I finally took it and all the hate ensued.

How did I let myself get this way? I used to be a dainty 120-lb girl. I’m 5’2″ and there’s not much room for an extra 5 lbs on me let alone an extra 30. I worked too much these past two years. I didn’t make time for myself. I didn’t make time for my health, and I let myself turn into this godzilla monster. I’ve never weighed this much before. I’ve never had to lose this much weight. How the hell am I going to do this? I have no discipline whatsoever.

After berating myself for about an hour, I realized I needed to fucking relax and figure out a plan. One thing at a time.

OK, how do I achieve long-term goals at work?

Stay laser-focused. Break work up into bearable parts. Become obsessed. Find and utilize every resource that I can.

This is doable.

If it was possible to go from this:

to this:

Then I firmly believe there’s a possibility to reverse the damage.

So, let’s do this.