In the Spring of my senior year of High School, I decided it was time to make a change in my life. Not an organization change, or changing the color of my room rather physically changing my lifestyle.

See I look at it this way, we were born with a body and characteristics that go along with that body. From birth to death, how you choose to treat your body is completely up to you. I was granted with a life, a body and characteristics I adore but when I realized what it meant to be 'insecure' or 'self-conscious', I knew I was ready for a change.

Naturally, I come from a family who loves to eat and doesn't necessarily benefit from chowing down during Sunday night football. Until the Spring of 2015, I enjoyed chowing down along with my family, and working out whenever I was forced into it. A healthy lifestyle was never for me.

I woke up one morning and everything changed. More vegetables, less bread, exercising 6 days a week, sometimes 7. The person I was yesterday, was not the same person today. I was changing. In the course of five months I lost almost 30 pounds. I was so motivated, I was so excited to change. Being told "you look amazing" or "I'm so proud of you" makes your day, makes your week even, until it just doesn't anymore.

I was so proud of myself, I was ready to completely change until one morning.

I wasn't motivated anymore. I didn't feel ready to take on the world, I wasn't excited for my results. Sometimes I tell myself that life got in the way, and that one day I'll be ready to start again. I know that's true and I can't wait for that day but when will it come?

I'm still trying to find motivation, the enjoyment and that young woman who was ready to conquer the world day by day. Until she's ready to come out and start again, I am patient and happy to have been given such a unique life and body that came with it.