This is my confession post.
Somewhere around March of this year I stopped working hard
to lose weight. I had just hit my 100lb mark and my confidence improve
significantly. I met some new friends, friends I wouldn't trade for anything. I
spent time building these new relationships and that reduced the amount of time
I was able to spend in the gym. I started going to social outings, some weeks I
had plans every night. This meant that instead of burning calories at the gym,
I was consuming calories at an event. I knew I needed to get back on my plan. I
knew my energy level had changed and I knew that instead of losing weight I was
likely gaining just a bit. I tried to at least maintain my weight and I ended
up doing a fairly good job, but I still had not met my goal, and I was (and am)
determined to get there.
