Long story: I've been married for 3 years, and noticed I've been continuously gaining weight. My husband was in the Army for 8 years, and last December had just returned from his third tour of Iraq.
During the 12 months he was gone I walked with my best friend about 5 miles roughly 5 times a week. Since my husband was deployed I ate less, ate healthier and worked out regularly. I wasn’t extremely skinny but looked “fit” at a size 9.
I've always teetered between a size 7-12 my entire life, majority of those years in the higher numbers. Now finally reaching a size 14 which is the biggest size I've ever had to buy and recently having those jeans become tight really made me realize how much that actually sucks.
I feel like I have to roll to sit up in bed like a pregnant person. Leaning down to get something seems like a task, my joints are starting to hurt, and all in all I already have high blood pressure at the age of 26. So THIS is my journey to becoming a better version of this frumpy blob. I might cuss, I might just be flippin irate during this journey but I know that I have to make this into a public project or I won’t take it serious and make myself accountable. So here we go…
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