Don't get me wrong, it's totally worth it, and you feel amazing and blah blah blah. We've all heard about the awesome benefits of losing weight and getting more fit. But that doesn't make the chafing and sugar cravings and sweating down your butt crack (and cleavage) and getting everything "on the fucking side" go away. No one likes to account for the time in between losing weight and it being visible to the outside world. You know that time when you walk around like hot shit, but get pissed off because no one complements you on your rocking new bod (that is down a whopping seven pounds), so you get depressed and think that nothing is working and maybe eat a whole sleeve of Thin Mints?
I've done the weight loss Tumblr thing, and lost 30 pounds while doing it. But then I sort of got sick of it, lost interest in getting healthy and went back to being a lazy ass hole.
Obviously the fault is entirely mine, but in the grand tradition of blaming your problems on others, I want to blame the "rah rah, you can do it" oozy-gooey, touchy-feely world that weight loss blogs tend to lean toward. I just got so bored of reading about all the super incredible steps people were taking on their weight loss journey. Sure, someone will go on a rant every once and a while about how fed up they are and how hard it all is. But two hours later they went on a nice run, drank a big glass of mint wanter and are feeling more psyched than ever!
My dashboard was constantly full of inspiring quotes, and Nike ads with beautiful women with strong thighs running through a city, stories of how much you have changed since losing weight and all of the positives in your life. Which is all well and good, but it's not me.
I'm your friend who isn't afraid to talk loudly and openly about the stink of her post-workout underboob sweat; who has no shame in picking a serious wedgie where and whenever it presents itself.
So then it hit me, why should I change that in my
So here it is, the good and bad and everything in between on my
