Sometimes the hardest decisions are the ones that look, on the surface, like giving up—but in reality, they’re about listening more closely to your body and your life.
After a lot of thought, I’ve decided to scrap 75 Soft until May 1st.
This wasn’t an easy call. I’ve been showing up, putting in the effort, and building momentum. But over the past few days, I started to realize that pushing forward just for the sake of sticking to the plan wasn’t actually serving me the way it should.
One of the biggest factors in this decision was my trampoline. I was genuinely excited about it—it felt like a fun, low-impact way to mix things up. But instead of helping, it started causing pain in the exact area where I previously had an injury. That was my sign.
I talked it over with my husband, and we both agreed: it’s not worth risking re-injury just to force a workout to work. So, the trampoline is going back. Maybe in a year or two, I can revisit the idea and try again when my body is in a better place for it.
For now, I’m going back to basics—walking.
Walking has been consistent, reliable, and most importantly, it doesn’t hurt me. Sometimes simple really is best. While I figure out what other workouts might fit into my routine safely, walking will be my foundation.
At the same time, I’ve taken another important step: I reached out to my bariatric doctor. I’m currently waiting to hear back about scheduling an in-person appointment to see if I’m still eligible for surgery. Being in California until July adds a bit of a time crunch, so I’m really hoping they call soon and we can at least get something on the calendar.
But here’s the part that matters most to me: whether or not surgery happens, I’m not stopping.
I’ve been working on improving my diet, making better choices, and staying mindful of what I’m eating. The progress might feel slow at times, but it’s still progress. And right now, consistency matters more than speed.
I’ve set a goal for myself—to be under 200 pounds by December 5th, our 28th wedding anniversary.
That goal means something to me. Not just because of the number, but because of what it represents: commitment, health, and showing up for myself every single day.
So no, this isn’t me quitting.
This is me adjusting. Resetting. Choosing a path that I can actually sustain without hurting myself.
May 1st will be a fresh start—but until then, I’m still moving forward. Just in a way that makes more sense for where I am right now.
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