Seven weeks in. 231 lbs, down 18 from my peak. 37-day streak. 64 days without soda. This is what consistency looks like.
Protein? Easy. Calories? Getting better. Fiber? I have hit my fiber target exactly twice in 26 days. It’s a problem.
238.2 lbs. Under 240 for the first time in who knows how long. Down 11 from peak, 6 from start. The scale is finally cooperating.
I found the hack: Yoga with Adriene at bedtime. 15-20 minutes, every night, right before sleep. That’s how the streak stays alive.
12 days. That’s how long Streak #1 lasted. A travel day killed it. So I weighed in at 249, accepted it, and started Streak #2.
I took my exercise streak to Cancun and kept it alive at an all-inclusive resort. Walking on the beach absolutely counts.
250 lbs, BMI 34, doing wall pushups and feeling like a wimp. But I showed up. That’s the whole point.
No fad diets. No supplements. No shortcuts. Just four pillars and the willpower to show up every day.
A skinny bitch isn’t a body type. It’s a decision to stop making excuses and start showing up.