Tuesday, November 13, 2012
My weigh-in this morning shows 403. Who cares if it's "water" or whatever. That's 5 pounds gone that does not belong on my body.
I can finally move my slider in the RIGHT direction since finally breaking down to adjust it to the weight I'd gained.
Last year at this time I was checking in at Structure House in NC, exhausted, humiliated, humbled, in pain, and hoping desperately that they could help me. I was truly at wit's end. At one point I sat on the couch in the lobby and cried because everyone there (staff and residents) was so nice and caring and supportive. I had not felt that kind of warmth in person for years. I needed it so much.
I was there for 6 weeks, checking in at a weight of 441 and when I left I was 399. I went from needing a scooter to get around to being able to walk a few steps with a cane, to walking without a cane (no marathons, but I was more than happy with the progress).
I will never forget the impact that place had on my life. I learned so much. I met people who are going through this (or worse) from all over the country. I gained hope realized that I CAN do this. I made some friends that I would never have met otherwise who I cherish as I would a brother or sister.
I need to keep remembering that there is always hope. If we do the work (move our bodies, eat better food, do things that make us happy, stay focused in the present) we will succeed.
May we all have a healthy and happy day.