My goals are pretty simple. I want to lose weight. I want to be healthy. I want pristine blood sugar control. I want to set a wonderful example for my three children. I really want a svelte body, not the lumpy one I have now. I’ve never been more ready or more dedicated. This is it.
I want to be fit by the time I hit 30, which is in July. I know it’s unrealistic to expect to lose the 50-60lbs I want to lose by then, but as long as I’m on my way, I’ll consider myself a success.
Edited to add:
I hit 30 and I’m not as fit as I wanted to be. It’s alright, I’m a work in progress. I’m still paleo, still dedicated, still striving to lose this weight. I’m getting there. People keep telling me how good I look, how much weight I’ve lost, but I still don’t see it. The scale is still showing me the same numbers. I’m not supposed to look at the numbers, but they’re there, haunting me. Anyway, it’s a journey, and I’m on my way.