What pushes you to continue?

When I was much bigger I was invisible. 154lbs lighter, people call me the “mayor” of my chain gym because I know everyone. I keep a smile and determination on my face and prove I can accomplish my goals to myself. It benefits everyone around you. That feels sooo good. Being able to lift people by just being who you are.

Frankly, at this point, I don’t really push all that hard. I run mostly on habits.

But I stick around on these message boards as a reminder to not take my eye off of the ball. Fact is, even as a long time maintainer, I could easily start eating or drinking a few extra calories per day. And pretty soon those little extras would start showing up on the scale. Do that long enough and it’s a problem.

It’s not so much pushing but nudging myself along.

I am so tired of hating myself.

But also, I'm tired of being sick. I've only lost a tiny bit of what I need to lose and I cough 90% less often.

Honestly, absolute terror of gaining it back, lol. I never want to be that person again. That keeps me honest and logging even in maintenance.

I'm working on a better me for myself first, but also I want to be sexy for my husband.....I know he loves me but I want to also know that he finds me attractive.

I am on a mission to reverse this type II diabetes that I was recently diagnosed with and to lose weight so I can be a healthy version of myself and be around to see my beautiful daughter(she is 13 right now) grow up to be an amazing adult

Well, I'm coming up on the ten year anniversary of when I was diagnosed with a type cancer where I would need daily medication pretty much to live (its a pill and kinda like a small dose of chemo every day). Along with the diagnosis, I lost a job I enjoyed, the chance to physically ever have a child, and continuing to go back to school just didn't make sense physically/financially (even though it was important to me). Needless to say, I was in a rotten place physically, mentally, emotionally, and financially. Even being sick every day I gained weight because at that time, I didn't care about what I ate (like I didn't eat a lot, but every choice was a poor food choice). The first babystep I made after the diagnosis was to simply sit outside on the porch (couldn't be far away from a bathroom.) That led to me walking 1-2 laps around the small part of backyard with my dogs for company (couldn't afford the gym). Fast-forward to today, I workout as well as I can because my daughter, who I was blessed enough to adopt a few years ago, needs me to be as healthy as I can be as an example/caretaker for her. I'm
also motivated because it helps greatly with my mental/emotional well being. I can't workout as much as I would like, but I wanted to post all this for anyone who may be hurting today - you really don't know what tomorrow may bring...start small when you can and don't give up the fight. There are unforeseen victories yet to be won!! 💜