Oh the difference 7 months can make. In January 2022 I was at my heaviest, chalk it up to IVF, stress, and everything in between. February I met some ice and ended up needing knee surgery. I knew something had to change, but recovery was slow going, yet I kept at it.
I became reacquainted with my Fitbit, cut out milk and as much gluten as I could from my diet. Once you get past the brown hue of oat milk, you’ll find out it’s not to shabby. Takeout has been replaced with meal prepping and wouldn’t you know the weight started coming off.
I now look forward to a 3 to 5 mile walk in the morning/evening. Once you got your miles in for the day, add in some paddle boarding for good measure, ya know cause you gotta work on those tan lines friends. Or maybe it’s just me who needs to work on the tan lines, lol
I am back down to my pre-IVF weight and unless I end up magically pregnant I do not want to see those 30 extra pounds again. Clothes that once were to tight are now in the donation bin because they are too big. Bras? Don’t get me started on my bras, lol. The girls shrank right along with the back fat and my rear, lol.
40 is just around the corner and I want to enter the next decade of my life as healthy as I possibly can be.
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