Yay!
I'm glad it's Tuesday instead of Monday now.
My weight is going back down to my regular 151, today I was 152.4. I am sure I will probably be back in the 151s tomorrow. I am eating better, and I feel confident about making choices.
Last night, I had a very stressful night with family issues. In angst, I wanted to eat. I told my hubby to drive through Wendy's where I got a 5-piece chicken nugget and a packet of BBQ sauce. Not too bad for only 300 calories. I was proud b/c it fit within my calorie limits for the day.
Now that I am getting closer to my ten-pound weight loss goal, I've noticed a lot changes in myself---mentally especially. When I finally get to my weight goal, I don't want to think about it as a cure-all. Instead, I want to think about my 20 pound weight-loss adventure as a time when i truly learned more about myself.
Something that is exciting to me, is that I do not smoke pot or drink beer at all anymore. I've managed to stop completely, and learn how to do it in strict moderation. This is probably one of the biggest accomplishments.
As for metnally, I have been revisiting my childhood and my family life to heal my inner child. I've become a lot closer to myself. This morning, I said to my husband "Look, maybe when you are 8 years old and you learn the only thing you can do to stop the anger is agree---agreee--agree---because all you want to do is play with toys in your bedroom, then you will start to realize why my family is the way they are."
I'm learning a lot about that inner child---the child who liked to spend a lot of time alone, doesn't like to get to close to people, and probably worries to much about the anger and perceptions of others.
How do I stop caring about the perceptions of others? How do I release myself from the anger/fear I feel towards the people in my daily life?
Example: My coworkers always fill me with fear. I always feel like I am not doing my job as good as they want. When they whisper, I feel like its always about me.
What's that about? I guess it's this constant need to have people accept me. I need to dig a little deeper into this.
Why do I need these coworkers to accept me? Becuase if they don't accept me, I can't accept myself.
That's why I have to not care if they accept me. If my bosses and coworkers want to fire me, they will. I have no control over it. I can only try my best, and live life day-to-day.
Living life in fear is horrible. I have been doing it for way too long. I live in fear that people will think I am messing up, that I am doing this wrong, or that I am going to completley ruin everything. I live in fear that my next move will always be my last.
When I look at my childhood, it makes sense. A rocky childhood filled with a yelling household and an alcholic mother who wants to die is enough to make any adult feel like the next move they are going to make is their last. It's all about identifying this, feeling this, and realizing that it doesn't matter if they get mad at me.
It's empowering in a way, to know that I can live a healthy lifestype without these scary feelings they gave and bred into me.
This feeds out with my weight loss goals because in a lot of ways, I have not wanted to lose the weight b/c I wanted to be stuck in this limbo phase, where I could continuosuly be afraid that people thought I was too fat.
In a way, this is a good way to let go of that. I don't have to be afraid if people think I am fat, because I know that I am not, and I know that I am working to get away from that, and I know, that even right now---at 152--I am happy with my body image, BMI, and who I am. Anyone who calls me fat at this phase is just dumb.
But it's so hard to work through these feeligns, to hold onto this weight the way I hold onto my own hatred for myself. I am ready to stop hating myself and give myself the feelings I want.
I care about me, and that's why I want to eat healthy.
I care about me, and that's why I run, bike, swim, soar.
I care about me, I love me
I am learning how to stop fearing what people think about me.
I need to cure myself psychologically while this weight loss goes on, because I need to lose the weight for good.
Why did I want to be the weight I was?
Why did I not want to change?
And the biggest question:
Why have I decided to change now?
To evolve. To become the parent I want to become.
I am excited baout my workout schedule this week:
Wed: Yoga
Thurs: Run
Fri : Run/Swim/Bike (practicing for a tri)
Sat: Run
Have a good day all, sorry if this was TMI, I am happy I have some place to work out these feelings.