Sunday, January 15, 2012
I have known since Jan 2, 2006 that only I can make a choice to be healthy. I also learned along the way that it's important for me to acknowledge my difficulty putting my needs ahead of my family's. I adore my grandsons and treasure every minute I get to spend with them. Watching them grow on a regular basis, being there to kiss their boo-boos or snuggle them when they ar sick, gives me such a sense of worth and fills my heart with love. But, giving of myself to my son, for those boys made me once again, put myself down the list of importance. I'm not making an excuse, but instead I'm recognizing a character trait--one I share with all mothers, most certainly.
Understanding, and accepting this, is necessary for me to understand what I must do to continue on my path towards my goal. It's been a very good two weeks. I'm hopeful the scale represents the steps I've taken to right the ship. I've stayed on track with my food, (gotten my night time eating under control), exercised 12 out of 14 days (taking Sunday off), increased my activity during the day and gotten better sleep. No matter what the scale says, I know I've been successful in meeting the goals I've set for myself.
I read a friend's posts concerning obese people fighting a losing battle, more or less saying we regain the weight because of some chemical imbalance, or such, but I suggest that it's more emotions and mentality that put the pounds back on us. That piece that is broken inside, the one that can never really give us permission to matter, that's possibly irrevocable and may always require constant attention and conviction. I know that personally, this is true.