SwissChocolate
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Hey, this is a great idea, I'm gonna try it too! I have another weight loss blog, but nobody reads it, so this is probably better.
I lived in Canada for almost 2 years, and when I got back to Switzerland, I weighed 224lbs. The funny thing is, I didn't really feel that fat in Canada. Maybe it's because more people are overweight there than here, or maybe people just don't remind you of it all the time. But here, I was reminded of it daily. I was heavier than my own father, who isn't a skinny man. My sister weighs 120lbs. My brother not much more than that. It's so different here. After a couple of months back here, I randomly started exercising one day and eating better. I can't remember exactly, but I don't think it was a conscious decision to lose that excess weight then. But somehow I just went on and on, and it worked.
I just wrote about this in my other weight loss blog, but sometimes I feel like a fake. Because this hasn't been as hard to do as it has for other people. I feel like I should have had nervous breakdowns and big binges and all these things, but I haven't. Of course it has been hard sometimes to get off my butt and exercise, and I've had days when I ate too much chocolate, or when I had too much alcohol. But all in all, this hasn't been all that hard. And I feel like I shouldn't admit that sometimes.
I am now 14lbs away from my first big goal weight of 152lbs. And I feel good. Except for that nasty cold that I can't seem to get rid of. I think that this week I won't have a big loss, because I hadn't exercised in a week because of my damn cold. And it's okay. I didn't exercise and I didn't gain. That's a great feeling, and it gives me hope that I will be able to maintain when I'm there.
I lived in Canada for almost 2 years, and when I got back to Switzerland, I weighed 224lbs. The funny thing is, I didn't really feel that fat in Canada. Maybe it's because more people are overweight there than here, or maybe people just don't remind you of it all the time. But here, I was reminded of it daily. I was heavier than my own father, who isn't a skinny man. My sister weighs 120lbs. My brother not much more than that. It's so different here. After a couple of months back here, I randomly started exercising one day and eating better. I can't remember exactly, but I don't think it was a conscious decision to lose that excess weight then. But somehow I just went on and on, and it worked.
I just wrote about this in my other weight loss blog, but sometimes I feel like a fake. Because this hasn't been as hard to do as it has for other people. I feel like I should have had nervous breakdowns and big binges and all these things, but I haven't. Of course it has been hard sometimes to get off my butt and exercise, and I've had days when I ate too much chocolate, or when I had too much alcohol. But all in all, this hasn't been all that hard. And I feel like I shouldn't admit that sometimes.
I am now 14lbs away from my first big goal weight of 152lbs. And I feel good. Except for that nasty cold that I can't seem to get rid of. I think that this week I won't have a big loss, because I hadn't exercised in a week because of my damn cold. And it's okay. I didn't exercise and I didn't gain. That's a great feeling, and it gives me hope that I will be able to maintain when I'm there.