Dear Sweet Body,
OK. OK. I did it! I stepped on the scale and the world did not stop!……and my self-esteem did not drop. I am OK. I am OK. I am OK.
but damn, anyway.
Last time I blogged here, I found a little mental trick……..only looking at the numbers to the right of the decimal point on my digital scale. Scales are nice because they keep me accountable….aware. not so nice because the numbers screw with my head. But, something does feel nice about measuring, tracking my progress, and seeing the weight release, the numbers go down.
So while the number was unpleasant, Its been worse. that makes me feel happy. I have a new set point….I mean that number and that largess of body that makes me go …oh NO, I feel so freakin uncomfortable in my body. that deserves to be celebrated.
I am only 10 pounds from my *fightin’ weight*..its a large number, but its a number that I know my body begins to feel good, clothes and pictures look good, and that sexiness returns. only 10 pounds away. horray.
I can do that. I can do 10 pounds. 5 weeks. ah, sweet relief. and while I have so much more to lose, I can begin here. begin now. with something to look forward too that IS in my reach.
ah, I did it. I weighed myself. I assessed the damage done. thank you sweet body for being so forgiving. for never giving up. for responding so easily when I give you what you wish for……….
less than 8 whole grain carbs/per day
15 mins X per day….never skipping more than 1 day in a row
water times 64 oz
…………..and listening, deep listening to how you feel, what you like.
ah, to feel light and alive.
eating to lose just o.1 pounds tomorrow.
I can do that. we can do that.
dear sweet body, lead the way
I will listen.
and thank you, sweet friend.