I WANTED TO QUIT ALMOST EVERY SINGLE DAY. Sound familiar?

After moving to NYC without a job, losing my sister, and helping my mom overcome cancer two years ago, I hit rock bottom. I was in the worst physical and mental shape of my life. I was probably on the verge of diabetes and having all sorts of problems with IBS, cold sores, thinning hair, PTSD. I finally stepped on the scale and realized my emotional eating and depression was slowly killing me; at 5'3, I weighed almost 190 pounds.

It's been one year since I started my journey to make my health and happiness a priority. I've lost about 50 pounds, gained muscle and endurance, and I'm stronger mentally. Many days throughout this process, I didn't think it was possible to feel like myself again, I had a list of excuses as to why I should skip the gym or eat a really unhealthy meal: it was too hard, it was embarrassing for people to see me struggling in the gym, I was exhausted, change is happening too slowly... but something deep inside me made me push through just one more meal, one more workout, one more day.

I still have further to go, but I'm proud of myself for sticking with it, through all the sweat and the tears. My family and boyfriend (now fiancée!) are really loving my renewed confidence. If I can come back from the dark place I was in, so can anyone. It just takes determination and baby steps. Don't be too hard on yourself emotionally, and safely push yourself physically, every single day. Getting some positive feedback is a great way to resist that cheeseburger and fries. I hope this post helps inspire you to keep on it.



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