Monday, January 04, 2010
I had a rather upsetting experience at church over New Years. A woman I had not seen since LAST New Year gave me a hug and commented that I had put on much of the weight I had lost over the previous year. Of course, there's no way for me to deny this - Duh, look at me. I could certainly hang my head and explain to her that I have buried my little brother and my dad in the last four months, or whine about how my husband hasn't worked since October of 2008. But, when it came right down to it, there are no excuses. I had pleurisy and was told I could not lift weights or do extreme cardio. Should this have stopped me from walking or riding the exercycle? NO! Wallowing in self-pity does nothing more than cause me to eat more! I am an emotional eater and the more I eat, the worse I feel, and will therefore not exercise.
When I think of how close I was to getting below that dreaded 200 mark, I want to cry. Sheesh, I HAVE cried. 40 years old and I haven't learned a thing about myself.
So, yes, I need to take care of myself. But, part of that is taking care of my physical self, too. It's time to get back in the groove so when I see that same lady next year, I won't have to hang my head in shame.