In my weight loss journey, since January 1st of this year, I have lost a total 33 pounds. I can't even describe how incredible this feels. And every time I feel even a little bit tempted to jump of the wagon, I remember the good times, and the bad.

The bad: When my doctor told me I was pre-diabetic at age 20. When I couldn’t fit in a “normal” seat on a rollercoaster. When my little brother told me that he “wished I could run with him.” When I was ashamed to look in a full length mirror in the dressing rooms.

The good: When I had my first workout with Tyler (trainer) that I didn't feel defeated. When I went down a dress size. When I decreased my risk for heart disease from high to moderate over 12 weeks. When I lost 10 inches on my waist. When I rediscovered my muscles in my legs. When my vocal coach told me the weight loss was helping my singing.


In the end, the good very obviously outweighs (pun intended) the bad. 

I don't want to be the "big" sister literally. I want to be able to shop with my friends. I want to not worry about my weight affecting my ability to have children down the road. But most importantly... I don't want to regret living my life cautiously because of my size.

I am so PUMPED to keep going. Thanks for riding on this rollercoaster with me, and of course - thanks for reading!