Choices
Today is the make or break day. Usually after about four or five weeks my weight loss efforts take a serious nose-dive. Today, I realize, is the day I either say "Ok, I'm not falling off this time!" or the day I stuff an entire box of Girl Scout cookies like I'm Cookie Monster. Well, Ladies, this time I choose health. I choose energy. I choose not only a size 8 but confidence in my body - in that it is capable of so much more than I ask of it. I choose life. I choose the enjoyment of my life and not to wallow in self-pity or to drown my fears in a bowl of chocolate pudding. Today, I realize that the only thing in my way is me. I realize, in some odd way, I'm afraid of actually having lost the weight. I can't explain it right now. It's just what I'm feeling at the moment. I'm happy, more than happy, because this is big. This moment. Now waking up at 4AM, walking out of the warm house into 19 degrees of freezing cold to go to the gym seems more like a pleasure and less like a chore.
Girl, I think you are finally making the connection!! This is usually the time that we both give up, but NOT this time. WE are going to WIN!! I'm so proud of you. 