Bride Bod Chronicles

Hello there. My name is Gabrielle. I'm currently sitting on my couch watching Alex Strangelove for the 10th time with a belly full of Taco Cabana beyond meat bowl, a bean and cheese taco, and some hot chocolate. I am the epitome of health, drinking water from an oversized mason jar, ahhhh.

Okay no. I actually just left the bathroom and stepped on my scale because...well...I'm a masochist apparently? But really, I just need to get this shit started. My weight loss journey has been a lifelong one. And more recently, I started an Instagram account, gabitwotries, where I was documenting my journey. I actually saw some progress and felt DAMN GOOD. I also wasn't in school for the summer and was left with four days a week to do what I wanted. HA. Boy, do I miss those days. Now I'm in two classes, as well as work, and basically my body's way of dealing with stress is to crave food like a fucking bear preparing for WINTER IS COMING.

Hello, it's midnight.

Last night was friendsgiving, and as a vegetarian, I naturally ate only carbs for dinner. Both dinners. THAT'S RIGHT IT'S THANKSGIVING BITCH. Well, after Taco Cabana and hot chocolate, tonight, at midnight, after a whole day, day after friendsgiving, I weight 230 pounds. This my friends, is the most I've weighed in my entire life.

There's this funny thing that happens when you're in a long term committed relationship where you get super happy and comfortable and basically double in size. No? Just me? Well, we're getting married next year and I'm happier than ever...and heftier than ever. And listen, I want to look fucking BANGIN in my wedding dress. OKAY.

No, no, no, I don't want to look like a youtuber, or model, or anything UNREALISTIC. Even if I lost a bunch of weight, I know I'm going to be a thicc bitch and I like it like that. However, I want to be HEALTIHER first and foremost, because even though I'm uncomfortable in my body, cringe at some photos, and HATE MY JOWELS AND DOUBLE CHIN, I'm pretty confident still. Also, now working at the hospital and taking all of my many, many nursing classes, I'm realizing that I'm just feeding my body a BREEDING GROUND FOR DISEASE AND CANCER. Welcome to my brain. This is why I can't sleep at night. Then I stress and compensate with more food. Any therapists want to sponsor me?

Anywho, I'm coming here. I'm coming here so I can start writing out my thoughts, making them real, and holding myself accountable. I know progress isn't linear. I know it's hard to change habits, and lets be real...addictions OKAY. But, my current journey of doing really well and then having one off day or week and FALLING completely off of the wagon and making ice cream sundaes every night for a week isn't quite progress at fucking all.

Now, I'm not lazy. I move a lot at work. I don't like just laying around (except sometimes when I've had a SUPER busy week), but food is my issue. I eat way too big of portions and way too many carbs. But, I just am ready to make a change for a lot of reasons and I'm hoping at least my wedding can really get me motivated.

Alas, here are some current photos.

These are most recently, as in last night, to a couple of months ago. I chose ones that showed my body/belly, arms, and face. EW. But also I slay? Hopefully I can have some progress pictures soon.