Why this time will be different from previous attempts:
- I'm refusing to punish myself because I don't deserve to get bullied, not even by myself. I would chew someone's face off for telling me the kind of mean-girl things I sometimes tell myself, and I'm not going to stand for it any more.
- Being kind to myself doesn't mean making excuses for myself. Some things are simply non-negotiable: half an hour of daily exercise, five servings of vegetables and fruits per day, mindful eating. This is who I am now--a person who does things, a person who enjoys her meals, a person who eats in color.
- I realize that maintenance, healthfulness, and sustainability are more important to lasting weight loss than speed. The scale is not the ultimate arbiter of my success; I pay attention to all the other positive aspects of weight loss like more energy and better-fitting clothing.
- My husband is tremendously supportive and is a wicked good cook. I love that man!
- I no longer see an arbitrary number as the dividing line between success and failure. In previous attempts, I would set myself a calorie (or carb gram or fat gram) limit and believe I'd "failed" if I exceeded it even slightly, leading me to set the whole plan aside. This time, I'm viewing the number as a target to aim for, not a cliff from which to tumble.
- Instead of losing because I hate my looks/my body/my clothes, I'm losing because I love stuff I can't currently do with ease. It's more positive to run toward something than away from something else; this time, I'm running toward spending a whole day at the zoo, trotting up the ramps at the Superdome to watch a Saints game, and wearing gorgeous vintage clothing instead of styleless schmattas.
- This time, I'm losing weight because I like myself, not because I don't.