This is what I have earned for my 11 months of hard work and sacrifices: a bicep. Well actually two biceps.
I'm overly proud of my biceps. I will often flex them in front of Ken and in response he'll say something along the lines of, "You call that a bicep? This is a bicep!" Before he proves that his biceps are indeed larger than my face. Talk about a show off.
I'm not exaggerating when I say that 11 months ago I had no biceps. It didn't matter whether I flexed or not, there really wasn't any difference, visually. I imagine that not eating and avoiding any form of physical exertion for eight years didn't help.
As I reach the one year mark of this complete lifestyle overhaul, I'm slowly starting to appreciate what I have earned and begun to understand what I am capable of achieving. I never began this journey wanting to see drastic results in my appearance, in fact I only started because my doctor advised that it could potentially help with a couple of issues. Suffice to say, he was right and one year on, I am in near perfect health. Not only that, but this lifestyle has given me so much more than a healthy body; it has taught me how to set goals, how to be mentally strong, how to view foods as neither good or bad, how to listen to my body and how to simply have days off. I will always be hesitant to say that I am completely cured of my eating disorder, but most days I don't feel it at all. And for that, I am so extremely thankful and grateful for the three push-ups that started it all.