Friday, January 04, 2013
I was skinny once. I still have the jeans. I have hauled them from home to home for 17 years. Then I met my hubby. He insisted on feeding me, so it must be all his fault, right?
Unfortunately, (sigh) no. I have chosen what to put into my body every day for the past 17 years and even liked it. But now I find myself 90lbs heavier than then, and those jeans I love so much wouldn't even fit one thigh.
Looking back I can see every step I took in the wrong direction, but the path forward..... thats much harder. I am starting down a new road, with a life that is much more complicated than it was then, and each step seems so much harder.
It seems that every day brings bad news lately, and the scale is the least of it, so whats a girl to do? Where do I start to change things?
In a way, all the bad things lately make choosing to lose weight seem easier. What I eat is one of the few things totally under my control. Being in control of something is a step in the right direction.