Hi!

My name is Gabby.  

I lost half my body weight through exercise and eating right.

 I'm here to motivate you, inspire you, and make you laugh on your journey to a healthier and happier lifestyle.

How To Mentally Prepare To Lose Weight

How To Mentally Prepare To Lose Weight

Warning: Adult language

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It took me almost 2 years to lose the weight. I've maintained my weight loss for over 6 years now.

It took me almost 2 years to lose the weight. I've maintained my weight loss for over 6 years now.

ARE YOU REALLY EVER READY TO LOSE WEIGHT?

I sure as hell wasn't. 

Honestly, like most things in life, it wasn't a light bulb that went off or a sudden epiphany. It was a build up of things that slowly clicked into place for me. After many years of failures, I started to truly understand that starving myself was not working and in fact very harmful and causing me more problems each and every time. But the one event that put me over the edge was the fact that my very best friend of 25 years, Diana, starting dropping weight...and every time I saw her, she looked more fabulous. Her and I had always lived pretty much parallel lives. We were always fat together or skinny together. She was my yo-yo partner in crime and we both pretty much made the same exact mistakes along the way. So when I saw her having success and losing weight the healthy way I thought, I can do this too! At the very tail end of 2008, Di decided to join a gym. She started going every day, had a personal trainer, and was NOT starving herself. In fact, other than making the obvious changes (cutting out fried foods, sweets, etc), she was eating what she wanted in normal-sized portions throughout the day. She inspired me. I took how that made me feel and I ran with it.

We were mere days away from the New Year, so I made the same resolution I made for the past 10 years in a row and the same resolution millions of people make every first of the year...to lose weight. But this time was different. It wasn't just something I said I was going to do, it was something I promised myself I would do, it was something that I willed myself to do, and I wasn't going to stop...ever. I knew it. Did I know it because I was ready? Hell no. Did I know it because I had motivation and will-power? Hell no. I didn't want to put the work in, I tried to talk myself out of it hourly. But I willed myself to do it anyway. I looked at it as a war, and I was going to fight one battle at a time. It was a fight for my health. It was a fight for my life. Am I being overly dramatic? No, I'm not. I was about to turn 36, was tipping the scales at 262 pounds (and gaining), and I was literally days away from developing full blown diabetes.

When I got pregnant with my first child in 2003, my endocrinologist told me I would develop diabetes within five years if I didn't change my lifestyle and get healthy. I ignored it. I was gambling with my life and by the beginning of 2009, my sugars were starting to read too close to the 'diabetes line'. I had gestational diabetes during both of my pregnancies. I had to check my sugar 6 times a day and inject myself with insulin. It was not fun...at all. I got nervous every time I had to give myself a shot. I hated it.

After I was done having kids, I'd pull out my glucometer out every once in a while and check my sugar. By the beginning of 2009, I was feeling the effects of my poor eating. After big meals, I would go into food comas. I'm not kidding. I'm not talking about feeling sleepy from a full belly. I'm talking about I could NOT keep my eyes open. I'd get a bad headache and have to lay down. I would lose 2-3 hours. I'd wake up feeling like shit. I was done feeling like that, I was done being fat, and I was done feeling like I was 80 years old. I had two little girls that needed a healthy mother to take care of them, not a mother who willingly dove into a world of injections, constant health problems, loss of sight, and possibly the loss of limbs. It was time to get my head out of my ass. Nothing was going to stop me. 

 At this point in my life, I did feel I had some knowledge on nutrition. During my pregnancies, I began to learn how to be more healthy. Having gestational diabetes with both pregnancies taught me a lot, not only from the nutritionist I saw regularly but from the countless hours I would spend researching the net for information. I finally learned exactly why good nutrition is an absolute must, in both losing weight AND being healthy. The problem was after my pregnancies, I ignored all the signs that I was pre-diabetic and I didn't put to use all the priceless knowledge that I had learned.

Every time you put something in your body, it has to process it and figure out what to do with it. If you are eating refined foods and junk foods filled with preservatives, sugar, and artificial ingredients, your body has to decipher what it can use for fuel. Unfortunately those foods usually don't provide much fuel, if any, because they have no nutritional value. When you eat these bad foods, your pancreas must release insulin into the bloodstream to counteract the flood of sugar and glucose that the food puts into your system. This is a very dangerous game for somebody who is pre-diabetic. And sooner or later your luck runs out.  

So 'how I started losing weight' isn't very easy to explain. But I finally got to a point where even though I didn't want to do it and I didn't want to change, I knew I had to. For my kids, for my husband, but especially for me. I would never forgive myself if I was the reason for being unable to care for my girls and unable to live the life that I was given because I couldn't put the brownies down. My emotional eating started as a coping mechanism to deal with my problems, but it then BECAME the problem. A problem that was by far bigger than all the rest.

{ If you need more specific information on how to start a weight loss journey or how to get back on track, I give you a step by step program to follow for your FIRST TWO WEEKS in this article. }

I had always been a gregarious person. I loved laughing and having fun. I was always joking around and finding the fun in everything. I loved being around people, old friends as well as new. But this depression that encased me made me lose who I was, it made me into a different person. I was someone who didn't want to leave my house, not only because I was embarrassed of how I looked, but I didn't have even an ounce of energy. The thought of getting showered, getting ready, and going somewhere exhausted me just thinking about it. I wasn't living, I was just breathing. It wasn't enough. I wanted my life back. I wanted to laugh. Not just the fake laugh that hides what you're thinking and feeling. I mean really laugh, like I always used to. Laugh until my stomach hurt. Laugh until I started snorting and cackling.

I wanted the old Gabby back. And I was hell-bent on diving into the depths and dragging her ass out of this complete and utter stranger she was hiding in. 

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{Read about my defining moment, my absolute rock bottom in my article, I NEVER SAW HOW FAT I WAS, which propelled me to the start my weight loss journey.}

 

" To dare is to lose one's footing momentarily. To not dare is to lose oneself." 

~ Soren Kierkgaard

 

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