It’s been a month. A month of pain, tears, and pure happiness. 1 whole month of going to the gym and eating better. My body has already started changing so much. I feel better. Well mostly sometimes my trainer kicks my ass. I’m so thankful I started. I’m so blessed to have the support system I do. So here is to a month and many more.

The first picture is of my highest weight 315. I’m not proud by many means but I loved her. I loved how she was so full of joy and put everyone first. She was nice.

Second picture is at 299 but a lot of inches lost. I have a hell of a long way to go. This girl. The new me. Is strong and for the first time in 22 years she chose herself. She put her well being first. She doesn’t take any shit. I’m so proud of her.

I truly love who I’m becoming. 💕