I used to believe that my genes were bad. I came from a family of fat people. My knees were bad and my back and no matter how I worked out or how often, I would soon be sidelined with an injury.
I tried Atkins, which is essentially keto. I tried Weight Watchers and NutriSystem. I tried the gym and crossfit and getting a personal trainer. I woke up in pain every damn day.
And I damn near gave up.
Never give up.
If I had given up, I never would have discovered being a whole food plant based vegan.
I will be 44 years old this year. Yep. 44. And I am in the best shape that I’ve been in ages. But this isn’t just about my form. This is about my health. Skinny does not equal healthy. And healthy is going to make me happy every single day and allow me to do the things I want to do.
Was I happy when I was fat? Sure. I am more than my form. I am more than my pant size. But I was never happy BEING fat. And being happier motivates me to be more of the person I am capable of being. And who doesn’t want to utilize more of their skills?
I sure do.
So yeah. I am passionate about this new lifestyle. It’s not a diet. It’s not a trend or a 10-day program. This is my life now.
And I refuse to go backwards.