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Originally Posted by tolose85
I have struggles too.. I guess I am just not an outward person about it. I try to be positive so that I can keep myself going.. If I would talk about my struggles as much as I encounter them, I know me, I would dwell on them and set myself up to fail--worrying and dwelling is such a trigger for me and this is why I HAVE to be positive for most of the time-- for my own sake!...........I know that in reality life is not perfect. Being positive sometimes gets associated with being fake. I am not a fake person at all.. I do have my miserable moments. But I really try to be happy and positive because it pulls me right out of my misery and makes the move on happen quicker!
Gretchen, I swear we are sharing a brain. You spoke for me (and my wife!

) I must say that I'm truly saddened when something causes me to remember that some folks associate positivity with fakeness or simplicity (read, simplemindedness.) It just makes the saddest statement about our society, and how skewed our collective perspective has become. When I encounter this personally, it's just so clear to me that someone else's issue with my positive outlook or approach is just that.....their issue. But that's an entirely separate rant!
I really love this thread. And I'm impressed as **** with all the contributors. The reality is that this is an amazingly hard thing that we're doing, and most of us are bound to stumble. It's a process, an ongoing process, and it's fraught with triggers and landmines. The key is that we relearn our
responses to them, and that's not an overnight exercise for any of us.
I grew up physically active and eating healthily -- I was raised as a vegetarian, for pete's sake! -- and I grew into a physically active adult of normal weight, who honestly enjoyed eating healthy foods. Then at some point I began to struggle personally. Outwardly, I was ok, internally, I was in pain, finally dealing with unresolved childhood crap. Still the weight was ok. I travelled the world, living overseas for several years, and ending up in Kashmir. (India.) I was still mostly vegetarian, but now drinking too much wine, having learned to adore it in Italy. In India, I contracted dysentary and intestinal parasites, and when I returned to America, I came to realize that a lot of my staple vegetables were now off limits to me. I started eating meat, shortly after got into a life/work situation that required reliance on an automobile (instead of hoofing it, like I'd done for all of my adult life) and then it was downhill from there. It's still amazing to me that I could have been raised with healthy eating and behavioral habits and still ended up morbidly obese. My mother was, but she didn't raise me, and so I thought I'd managed to sidestep her toxic habits. Not so. She reached an arm up from the grave and just smacked my genetic a**. Then I just ran with that genetic predisposition, and successfully spearheaded my own physical destruction.
I alone created all my own self-destructive habits, and now I'm recreating all my own NEWLY healthy habits. As much as I own my failure to take care of and maintain my body's good health, I ABSOLUTELY own my reclaiming of my own physical well-being. I just remind myself that I wouldn't treat the body of one of my cats like I treated my own, and then I ask myself if I'm worthy of that protection and care as well. It's a constant struggle. Particularly when I'm doing it in the presence of a non-participating partner who wants my time and attention, doesn't want me to cook, would much rather order out, likes the IDEA of my exercising but would much rather I just sat and talked with her, and hates vegetables as much as I desperately want her to eat them! Rut roh, seems like I slipped into another rant there......

Don't get me wrong, I'm not trading her in

but I just really have to stay attentive to meeting my commitments to myself, or I just don't.
That wagon is a constantly moving vehicle, and for those of us who fall off it, it won't be a single event. I just really believe that it's all about modifying our responses....and that takes time. Time, and repetition. This will be a lifelong process, and I'm very intentionally, and consciously, choosing to make caring decisions for myself, as I do for my animals. I pay more for decent food for them, and make a point of restricting their intake when necessary, and I consciously exercise with my dog, Louie, and my fat cat, Bughead.....because they need it to live healthy, happy lives. I do it because I love them, so can't I love myself in the same way? It's pretty damned simple, when I think in those terms. And I have to remind myself -- again consciously, like a mantra -- that I deserve to reap the benefits of the right decisions throughout each day. And then when I'm logging my day's eats in my Diet Power software in bed each night, I give myself lots of positive feedback for all those choices made throughout the day. (My office is a candy/bagels/cake/cookies/chips/soda/pizza sort of office, and my sweetie is at best reluctant to participate with me on this mission of mine, so I feel like I really need to own my successes!)
My struggle is less with the food than the exercise. That's still an effort for me, and I know that it's the reason I'm not losing more. I've made great progress, and I'm happy about it, but the next phase of my progression MUST be the exercise component. I do it in starts and fits. One week 6 times, the next week nothing, the next week 4 times, the following 3. I'll get there, I know it, I just have to work harder to convince myself that I can do anything I set my mind to, and that I deserve to be the person that I choose to be. I guess I just need to believe that I already am.
I love you guys, I really do.
