Where you at, fatty?

I’ve been rather quiet the last few months, not for lack of fangirling, I’ve been doing plenty of that on my own private time;  life’s just gotten in the way, work’s been extremely busy and I’ve been busting my ass off trying to lose weight. That’s right, this Puerto Rican indulged mucho on those delicious, fatty cookies and cakes she loves so dearly.  Before I knew it, I had ballooned up to 4,589,245,894 pounds. No bueno!  I felt like Violet in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory—getting rounder and rounder and ready to burst!
Finally, I made the choice, because like everything else in life, deciding to get off your fat ass and move your body, move it to a better state of being and thus propel it forward, is a choice, albeit one that I must make every single day, on my own.
I was explaining this to my best friend who’s a bit of a training nut. She’s had a personal trainer for years now so she’s a huge advocate of going to the gym, paying for a membership and sweating in front of others. Me? Not so much. I hate for people to look at me when I’m just sitting in a room, I can’t even imagine the horror I would feel with them looking at me as I sweat, grunt, maybe even cry a bit. No. And paying to lose weight? Paying to cause me pain? Yea, I don’t think so. No, instead I decided, if I was going to lose the weight, I would do it on my own, in the comfort of my own home and on my own terms.
The diet, which involved me consuming only 1,500 calories a day—yes, I have become one of those annoying calorie counters, began on February 15.  The start-date had nothing to do with the Valentine’s day holiday the day before and had everything to do with realizing I’m ready to become a better version of me. For years I’ve been stuck, complacent with what my life has become—a rerun of yesterday’s same, flat, unclimactic episode. I’m ready to have that change.
My upcoming London trip (we’re less than a week away now) also served as a major incentive. I decided I wanted to be comfortable in my own skin while I was there—this would then come across in my photos, in my attitude towards the lovely folks across the pond and would, thus, make the trip a much more fulfilling experience.
In March I began incorporating exercise, such as Zumba, power yoga and some circuit training, mostly Jillian Michael’s 30 day Shred into my daily lifestyle and within a month I lost a whopping 8 pounds. Not much, especially if you’re comparing me to the folks on Biggest Loser, but its a feat I’m proud of. Almost four months to the day since my weight loss journey began I’m happy to report I’m down from a size 10 to a size 6, and 17 pounds lighter. I’m walking taller and feeling good about myself. It hasn’t been easy. Lord knows I miss the cookies and cakes, but its certainly been worth it.

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