Tuesday, April 27, 2010
I did something weird yesterday morning. I made my bed. I make my bed maybe 6 times year because it seems ridiculous to do something that gets un-done in a matter of hours.
I practice selective cleaning – that means I do enough to not die of a fungus and/or trip over things.
Anyway, making my bed does rate as news in my house. I head off to the shower.
I put my foot on the side of my tub to lather my luscious thigh and I notice something immediately.
[Oh, crud! Water freakin’ weight.]
I feel like it has not been a month already. It just can’t be…
I think to myself I should write a poem to my water weight to make peace with it. [yup, TOM is making me lunatic again – first, bed-making now this]. But I am still writing it in my head. [coolness – it rhymes…pound, drown, bringing me down…]
I get out of the shower and the poem becomes “Dear Water Weight, you suck. Suck it.”
I am a peace-loving, tree-huggin’, recyclin’, animal-savin’ kind of gal. Really I am. [Go peace go!] And sometimes I even make peace to become whole again. Like clearly there will need to be poems called…
River of Cellulite On My Inner Thighs
Stretch Marks You Don’t Define Me
Ain’t Gonna Have a Six-Pack and I’m Okay
I am happy to make peace with all parts of my temple because it has blessed me with health and life, even though I tried for years to destroy it.
But water weight can suck it!
I was looking forward to weighing myself to see how my eat-more-exercise-less plan is working out. But I do not weigh during TOM [because proving water has weight is math even I can do quickly]
I am so ticked. I must go to the gym and lift weights like a warrior on a mission.
And just like that - I realize my motivation is back. Back. [Sweet]
In the last 2 – 3 weeks, I have been making great choices but on the motivation front – eh.
And that’s fine with me. Because I need to know how to handle emotions without eating my way through them.
I need to figure out how to fight when my fight is gone.
I need learn how to stand in one place sometimes too.
That’s when I take time to be grateful for everything I have right now. Right now.
I mean - just because my motivation checks out doesn’t mean I have to.
I will fight for this when I’m motivated, when I am not, when I am happy, agitated and every emotion in between. I am running this show.
This time nothing is getting in my way. Nothing. Not emotions, not people, not situations, not the weather or anything else for that matter.
This battle is on until I win. And I will win.
I have no doubt.