...but there is something good in every day."
This is probably the hardest thing I've ever posted. Even though I'm not Day 1 Laura anymore, I still remember my emotions whilst taking these first photos. I still remember the fear of judgement I felt in my daily life, the shame around who I'd let myself become, the utter sadness that consumed me looking in the mirror at this version of me. That Laura was exhausted, miserable and lacking in any spice. I'd lost the vibrancy that I've always been known for, I had no energy and I was sick of not achieving the things I desired. In my eyes, I was failing at all aspects of my life.
- Have I done enough? - Have I trained enough? - Could I have eaten better? - Should I have trained twice a day? - I'm not where I wanna be.
The last time I embarked on a huge weight loss journey, my birthday was the tipping point of losing my motivation and slowly hitting the brakes on the process. So I was nervous coming up to this one, on a similar journey, that I would repeat my history.