One thing I’ve learned over so many years of struggling with my weight: there are no short cuts.
I had to recalibrate the way I thought about food and activity. I’ve tried crash diets, starvation, diet pills, wishful thinking. They either didn’t work, were bad for me, or they only worked temporarily.
Learning about and eating things that nourish my body (that I still enjoy! I never force myself to eat things I hate), omitting junk, being physically active as much as possible, and deciding to maintain this lifestyle – that’s what works.
I already reap the benefits when I feel just a little bit faster every time I run, when I notice how much stronger my lungs feel while exercising, when my knees no longer hurt from having to take an unnaturally wide stance to accommodate excess fat in my thighs, when I see that my skin has cleared up from drinking nothing but water, when I can dash up the escalator to catch the train, without even getting winded.
I already feel awesome after losing 6.5 kgs. And I’ve still got 5 kgs to lose over the next few months. All the hard work I’ve put in so far isn’t just going down the drain.
It’s no secret, just a difficult choice to take care of the only body I’m ever going to get in this life.
