This time around my journey to better health and body feels effortless. I feel as determined as when I first embarked on my health many years ago. My boyfriend has given me tough love and I returned some tough attitude. I think that argument… no. Not argument. I think that conversation and honesty from him was an eye opener. I admit I opened my eyes very slowly because I needed to feel right about it.
Part of the accountability I am placing on myself is posting my weight on my bathroom mirror. The number on the scale is a small motivator. I am also keeping track of my food intake and getting back to reading nutrition labels and watching the amount of sugar I consume. I’m on Fitbit so if you want to add me I think you can now find people by username, right? I think it’s weird it populates by phone contacts, Facebook and email only… Really, Fitbit?
I like sharing my progress and my stats because why not? I get flack from the bf. He tells me I do it for attention and that it’s unnecessary. But you know what? Share it, Baby. Be proud of your progress. Be proud of what you’re doing. We have cyber voices and I want to speak, dammit.
Losing Monica 