My baby is already one year and eight months old. I must wean him off when the weather gets cooler, and I have to start my weight loss journey. Being fat really has no benefits at all except not being afraid of the cold. I'm not even 1.6 meters tall, but now my weight has reached 150 pounds. I weighed myself with a body fat scale last night. I was shocked when I didn't know the scale. Here's a picture.

Looking at various indicators, it is no longer a problem that Dandan cannot wear beautiful clothes, but that it is seriously endangering health. I usually feel out of breath when I walk a lot. Every time I look in the mirror, I scream about losing weight. I went through the clothes in the closet, but there was no one I could wear. I finally found a piece of loose clothes in the corner that I had worn before. After putting it on with difficulty, I couldn't move my arms or squat down. I really wanted to collapse. Tear off the clothes.

After learning from the painful experience, I decided to start losing weight today. On August 11, 2021, I vowed that I would find a way to lose 100 pounds. Aren't you so naive? Fifty pounds of meat is such a big lump, how can it be so easy to lose?

After comprehensive consideration and reference, I formulated a set of recipes myself, and the first priority was to keep my mouth shut. Morning: Two boiled eggs + an apple/pear. Noon: A carton of milk or a piece of chicken breast + a tomato/kiwi. Evening: Boiled vegetables.

Looking at this somewhat cruel recipe, as a leftover mom, can I do it? Will my weight loss journey be successful? I’m also looking forward to it, and I will continue to report on it.

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