Sunday’s are for… the gym?

I never thought I’d hear myself say that.

My company is working with a company called Healthy Wage to host a healthy weight loss challenge. You pay $70.00 and, if you lose 10% of your body weight, you get your money back. I really wanted to join, didn’t at all want to pay the $70.00, but definitely wanted to lose the last 15 pounds I’ve been waiting on for 3 years.

So, I joined.

Losing $70.00 is enough to get me motivated, don’t you think?

We technically started last Friday, although I’ve been on a weight loss journey of my own for like, 4 years. There’s an app, and we all had to start off with a verified weigh in (meaning we literally took a mirror-selfie video of ourselves weighing in).

This morning, not only did I go to the gym at 8:00 am, but I went out and bought a new scale so I could do my verified weigh-in.

Who am I?!

Honesty, I’ve been working my way to a healthier, lighter version of me for quite awhile. About 4 years ago, I got really sick and went to the ER thinking I was having a heart attack. The chest pain I was experiencing was absolutely awful, and it was aching down my entire left arm. All the things we’ve heard that you experience during a heart attack, right?


It was acid reflux.

I paid for chest x-rays… for acid reflux.

Twelve hundred dollars… for acid reflux.

I turned my life around that day. I took home a pamphlet on heartburn and found so many things I was eating too much of on a regular basis. Dairy, spicy food, red meat… all of it was arguing with my esophagus. I lost 20 pounds, and haven’t seem to have been able to get the rest off.

About a year ago, I started following Beachbody workouts, Shakeology, and meal plans. It truly works, but I have not stayed on the wagon. I’ve been about 50/50, and it’s time for that to change.

So, here I am, going to the gym on Sunday mornings. Buying scales. Ordering tall coffees with skim milk instead of 2%. Eating one serving of Uncle Ben’s instead of a whole bag. Turning down pie when my mom buys extra at Costco. Going to bed on time.

I’m a new woman!

Er, I will be, someday.


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