30 Days Of Death -- I Mean, Diet.

Anyone who has struggled with their weight understands the woes of dieting and exercising. It’s a huge topic in today’s society. Do we encourage a healthy lifestyle? Do we encourage self love? Which do we put over the other? I don’t think any of us really know. That’s what makes it so hard. For plus sized girls, it’s damned if you do, damned if you don’t.

Like I want to love myself, but then I am not looking out for my health. So I want to lose weight, but I am going to be crucified for not loving the body I came with. Now I am in no means trying to body shame or put any one down, because you know what, you do you, boo. I am about to get really real for a second here. For me, this isn’t the body I came with, I did this to myself and I don’t want to love it.

I have come in and out of wanting to diet and exercise. About two years ago, I got super into an active and more healthy lifestyle. I started running, ran multiple 5ks (big whoop, I know, but for me it was a huge deal) and even got own to my high school weight. I felt the greatest I had in years and I was so proud of myself. But then summer came, it was hot and Ice Cream never tasted better. Oh, and did I mention I got a job at a Pizza Factory?

I fell off the wagon and it has been a downward spiral of Netflix and Carbs ever since. The past few days I have been on a Pinterest, Yoga, exercise and downsizing what I eat binge. It’s actually been pretty fun and I am starting to feel pretty good. I even walked the four miles to work and back yesterday!

Part of my lifestyle change is the challenge to go 30 days without Ice Cream or Soda. We are on day 4 today and we are going strong. And by going strong, I mean today I looked at a flower and it looked like Ice Cream. Long story short, I immediately craved ice cream and had today been day 7 I probably would have tried to eat the flower.

Come to think of it, it looked nothing like Ice Cream and I am just going crazy. It’s hard working at an ice cream store and a store named Coca Cola Corner, when you have given up those two very items for the majority of the time you have left working at those places.

You know, my mother always tells me that sugar is addicting. Apparently it triggers your brain in the same way that drugs, alcohol, or sex do. I always thought she was full of it until I spent the last few days with a splitting headache and eating that mini Kit Kat left me feeling like a junkie in the bathroom of a ghetto night club.

It’s as if I can still taste the Half Baked while I search out all the cookie dough bits to save for last. There is a reason it’s called Half Baked, it leaves me feeling completely Baked at the end of the pint.

But enough of this, it will be done and I will be writing another article about the result. Now that I have gotten you guys involved, I will have to follow through. So stay tuned to see if I make it, but I am pretty confident that I will. As tough as it is, these two things are going to help me so much and I am always up for the challenge.

As crazy as it may be, I will do it. I don’t feel comfortable as I am, I want to find comfort in something that isn’t sugar. I also encourage all of you reading this to work towards finding the most comfortable you. Please don’t be afraid to try something new or sell yourself short, because you will fail every time if you don’t put yourself out there.