Long weekend and honestly...I'm exhausted! My days started early, my evenings ended late....and I was on the go from the first moment until the last. My eating hasn't been the greatest.....the only good thing is that I was moving. Although I have almost entirely stopped the binges....I'm eating at my meals and nothing in between (just chosing bad...I had french fries twice yesterday...lol) Not exactly exercise but MOVING. (ie yesterday we walked ALL around DC and I was on my feet the whole time!)
Christmas was good. But it's over and now I'm starting to get my mind game on losing this weight. I want it GONE....and I'm ready to work for it.
I've been thinking a lot about the weight recently. I had great success. I lost over 130 pounds. I was on top of the world. So why did I gain it back? That is the question of the hour. Because I don't want to go through this again. I want to lose it and KEEP it off. SOOO thinking a lot...... The first time around I lost for a variety of reasons. Yes, I lost becuase I wanted to LIVE...I wanted to be healthy so that when the time came to have a baby I'd be ready and healthy...but I'm gonna be really honest here. I lost to show up someone in my life. I had visions of seeing this person walking down the street and me so very proud of how svelte I looked. Prideful? Absolutely! Did it work well to motivate me? Yeah. And yes, I did have that aha moment when that person saw me and I was thin.....but after that initial rush of pride....I was left with nothing...the motivation was done. Prideful.....absolutely. Am I proud of it? No.
The biggest motivator for me though? I somehow convinced myself that someone in my life would love me if I lost the weight. I worked tirelessly. I was so focused and motivated. I lost that weight. I was on top of the world. I was ready to claim the prize. Only the prize wasn't waiting there for me. This person didn't miraculously begin to love me more. This person didn't just look at me one day and say "WOW, you are the greatest thing!" It didn't work. I was a failure. My mission was not a success. Yeah, I lost the weight, but it didn't solve the woes of my world. It didn't make my world the happy place that I thought it was going to. And I started to fall back on the addiction that I had pushed to the back of my mind. I started to self medicate myself with food. I ate to drown my failure. I ate to feel better. I ate to forget about the love that I so desperately wanted....and I regained the weight. After all, in the back of my mind I'm thinking...why not be fat again....being thin didn't bring me what i so desperately wanted.
Only, it's NOT my failure. I just was looking to claim a prize that was not mine to claim. Oh yeah, I still want that love.....and I am sure that the struggle to NOT self medicate myself with food will be a real and continuing problem in my future. I'm going to have to deal with the fact that I was a success...but I turned that success into a failure......(but it's gonna be a TEMPORARY failure. ) But the big difference? This time I'm going to do it because:
I DESERVE to be thin.
I DESERVE to feel on top of the world.
I DESERVE to have men look at me and whistle.
I DESERVE to be a healthy.
I DESERVE to have a smokin' hot body should any major un-named changes occur in my life.
I am worth it!!!!!!! I am doing it this time for ME! ONLY me. Why? Because I AM WORTH IT!!!!
Gonna have to remind myself of that daily.....because it's so easy to forget!