End of Another Round

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I was going to save my end-of-round post for tomorrow but I decided I want to be as present as possible with my family this Christmas since it’s the first one in about 5 years that I have felt well and able to really participate and enjoy the holidays. 


This was my third round, and it was my best one so far. The things I came to learn and grasp about myself, life, food and community were invaluable. I know myself and my body better now than I ever have. I can feel when my body needs something, I can know exactly what to give it, and I am blessed for that. 


Physical achievements were monumental this round. So much muscle gained and 20lbs down. My body changed and rearranged. I am strong and mostly able bodied. Before this round, I was taking 16 pills a day (which included several vitamins for deficiencies) and two types of insulin. In this round, I came off all but 4 meds (and 3 of those I take at half the dosage I was on before) and reversed my type 2 diabetes. I went to Disney world. I climbed flights of stairs, I carried my child, I shopped til I dropped, I bested 5 viruses, and I have been victorious in all I endeavored to accomplish physically. 


Today, I am unrecognizable beside the person I started this as in June. For 7 years, I’ve attended every family function in sweatpants, a tshirt and flip flops because I always thought “who cares?” Well, today -I- cared. I wore a red sweater and Christmas print leggings and new converse to our Christmas Eve. I felt festive and pretty. I wasn’t sweating from all my blubber and high blood sugar. I was comfortable in nice clothes and happy to be in them. 


There’s no turning back for me. My rewards have been too great and there sooooo soooo much left for me to gain. Life is new and it feels damn good. 


I told y’all I’d be rocking this suit by the end of the round. I’m beyond proud of what I accomplished these last 8 weeks. When I saw my pictures beside each other, I took off to my grandparents in my bathing suit just to show them what I had done. Feeling pride in yourself is the definition of satisfaction. Make yourself proud.

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