About a month ago, I also lost my job. Instead of being crazy depressed and eating myself to happy, I hit the gym harder. I figured why not kill time between job searching and future planning than by working out? So I did, putting in 2 (or sometimes) 3 a days, really changing up my diet (yet again, nothing crazy, just mixing it up) and this morning I found out that all of this work is beginning to pay off.
Seven years ago, this number above with 73.26%. I saved that number. I remember getting it and just crying like crazy. My body, the scale and the mirror told me I was fat, and now I had yet another number to prove it. Now, I'm down to 31%, which is within NORMAL range. That is pretty much the only thing about me that is normal. Seeing that number made me the happiest I had been in quite a while. Despite everything that could cause an emotional eater to binge, I can see that staying away from that has really paid off. I don't need to binge, because I worked too hard to get to here. While my body, scale and sometime myself, tell me that I'm fat; I can see that I'm healthy, strong and I don't have that much further to go.
You just have to keep going.
