I went from the old me to the new me by not dieting. I HATE the word diet. I didn’t give anything up, not anything that I loved. I changed my lifestyle, my habits, my way of thinking. But it isn’t over. It has gotten easier in many aspects yet I still battle so many things. Every. Single. Day. I will probably have what I lovingly call my “fat person brain” for the rest of my life but it is getting better. I am continually learning to appreciate my strengths and love my weaknesses and let them motivate me, drive me to be better every day.
I have so many things I want to talk about. Things like my relationship with food and exercise. The role treats play in my life (and yes they play a big role). My childhood and teenage years. What exercise means to me. Healthy swaps that I make in food. What the last straw for me was. My unhealthy habits and what the hardest ones to give up were. I am willing to talk about anything and everything. For the first time in my life I am opening up all the way, no more closed book of Jamie, so ask me anything! Anything you want to know about my journey, exercise, what I eat, just ask!
I am completely overwhelmed and humbled by the response I have had to the first couple of posts. I honestly was not joking when I said I thought my husband and my parents would be the only ones who read this. I wanted to do this as therapy for myself and couldn’t have guessed anyone would have an interest in anything I might say. I am so grateful for the love and support of all of you. And the thought that what I have gone through might help someone out there with what they are going through is very overwhelming for me but makes me want to keep at it. If I had to go through all of this so that I could now maybe give someone who is struggling some hope, hope that they can get through their own hard times, then it was worth it. All of it, the hard days (years), the tears, the pain, worth it all.