Its been so long since I last blogged. Nothing much has changed. I've lost and I've gained not only weight, but also baggage. Life is passing me by. Enough is enough!
I am damaged goods. I realize that. My low self esteem coupled with being technically "obese" has caused me much emotional and physical pain. No one has done this to me. I've done it to myself. I've allowed situations and people to cripple me. I stuffed my mouth and became inactive. I didn't see anything worth anything when I looked in the mirror. I fed my brain a load of crap and now I'm reaping the consequences.
I'm purposefully changing my thinking.
No more "I'm fat comments".
No more getting depressed because I can't fit into a skirt. I will one day.
No more being impatient because I can't walk at a desired speed on my treadmill. I will take the time to remind myself that I'm walking faster than I did 2 weeks ago. That my friend is PROGRESS.
No more comparing myself to my thinner friends.
No more feeling sorry for myself. If I don't like what I see then it's up to me to change it!
No more making myself miserable because I only succeed in making those around me miserable.
Surround myself with people who are actively trying to make changes in their lives.
1. The action or process of reconstructing or being reconstructed:
2. A thing that has been rebuilt after being damaged or destroyed
I am in the process of reconstructing the way I think, the way I act, and the way I see myself. There will be setbacks, but I will have to make myself get back in the ring again when it happens.
I'm stronger than I think.
It will be a slow process, but in the end I will shine like gold.