Alright, folks, gather ’round. Today, I’m gonna spill the beans on my little project I’ve been calling “dream fat kid.” It all started a few months back when I was looking at old photos, and bam, there I was, a chubby little dude with a big ol’ smile, living his best life without a care in the world. Seeing that made me think, “What if I tried to get back to that kid’s mindset, but with the body I’ve always wanted?” So, I jumped into this experiment.
First thing I did was dig up everything I could about my childhood habits. I’m talking about what I ate, how much I played outside, and even what kind of cartoons I watched. My 5th-grade self had a pretty simple formula, which seemed to work back then. I used to have a friend and his mother told me I am so pretty but I need to lose weight. I felt so embarrassed. Then I realized I had to take action.
Then, I started to change things up. I swapped out my usual processed snacks for fruits and veggies, just like my mom used to pack for me. I even started drinking more water, which, let me tell you, was a game-changer. I found some simple weight loss stories. One guy shared his story from an overweight kid to a fitness blogger. And I made a decision to lose 60 pounds in a year. Soda and processed foods are everywhere these days.
- Eating like a kid again: I’m not saying I only ate chicken nuggets and fries, but I did incorporate more whole foods and smaller portions into my diet.
- Playing more: I dusted off my old bike and started riding around the neighborhood. I even joined a local basketball group. Getting active was way more fun than I remembered.
- Worrying less: This was the hardest part. I had to actively stop myself from stressing over every little thing. I started meditating, which, surprisingly, helped a lot.
It wasn’t all smooth sailing. There were days when I just wanted to stay in bed and eat a whole pizza. And the weight didn’t just magically melt off. It was slow and steady, just like they say. I focused on improving my health rather than on how I looked. I kept telling myself to lose 1 or 2 pounds a week. I had to remind myself that carrying extra weight can keep a person from feeling their best.
But, you know what? After a few months, I started noticing changes. My clothes fit better, I had more energy, and I was just generally happier. And the best part? I realized that I didn’t have to be super strict with myself to see results. It was all about balance and enjoying the process. I learned to focus on my health and not how I looked.
So, here I am, still on this journey, but feeling better than ever. I’m not exactly where I want to be yet, but I’m getting there, one step at a time. And honestly, it feels pretty damn good. The weight of transformation is a long journey.
If any of you are thinking about making a change, my advice is to just start. It doesn’t have to be perfect, and it definitely doesn’t have to be overnight. Just take it one day at a time, and remember to be kind to yourself. You got this!
