Skip the destination....

Found this today on Pinterest (my addiction to this website is unreal and completely unnecessary, however, it does have some great 'get fit' motivation :D)...and the statement really clicked, like whooaa.
 My whole life, I have wanted to "get fit" for Prom...or my wedding...or someone else's wedding...or vacation, etc. There's always been an end goal. So the few times I have lost weight successfully, has been a huge yo-yo. For example, I lost 50 pounds to get married and go to Cancun, and felt great!

Josh and I, Summer 2008 at a friend's wedding

This is the day before I got married (approx 170 lbs) . I'm the token redhead in the middle. And these are some of my best friends.

My wedding day, sweaty as can be, with my handsome hubby.

BUT somehow the "all-inclusive" honeymoon, continued after I came home to Alabama...continued until I had gained back to my original size 16...oh and continued on up to a size 18 pants (I can't believe I just a) said that semi-publicly and b) made this sentence a complete run-on just so you would get the idea).
So here's me at my biggest ever:

August 2010, For my facebook picture, I cropped out the huge arm, but since we're going for raw truth, I'm showing it for pure motivation.

This was July 2011 in Dallas, TX at National Rally for Premier Designs. I don't think I've mentioned yet, I have the BEST job ever!

The truth is that when I look at these pictures, I see myself MISERABLE in my own skin. Not because I hate my body, because that's never really been the issue. But I have always let food be my vice and comfort. But to say that>>I've never been overly drawn to cooking, sweets, carbonated beverages, fried food in general, etc. Even as a small child, I loved fruits and veggies. But guess what I live in the SOUTH!!
I'm pretty sure Sweet Tea used to be my middle name, bread goes with EVERY meal, if it's edible we'll fry it, and dairy is WHAT we do. Those combined with my Mexican food obsession, which I am sure will be a whole other blog entry alone, is what got me to 200+ lbs and what my mother calls "dog tired" at the end of every day, for no reason. But it also got me a long laundry list of health problems, which I am also sure will be it's own blog.
So here I am striving for fit. Not a size 2, but fit, and happy. Not for a trip, or an event. But because, I deserve it, and God deserves a self-controlled temple, not a selfish, irrationally emotional being. 
Here is progress:



I don't have "shirt off" Day 1 pictures, because I wasn't that brave. But for some reason, today I was :D
Excuse the attire, and again, the flabby arm...but it's motivation...
AND Soon to come: fit pics :D
Blessings,
B