Friday, January 18, 2013
I feel this is like one of the many Mondays I have experienced over the past decades. I get on the scale and think OMG, what have I done in such a short period of time. I had become accustomed to the weight gain and how I looked, no matter how much I despised the look. I kept my unhealthy look to myself thinking no one else notices. I have family who were concerned but I did not allow talk about "my Weight'. My daughter is one of my biggest allies in bringing me to realize I should not be embarrassed by the image but be happy with the person who is the image.
She has been very successful in her journey and is helping me to keep focused with my struggle. She bought me a pedometer called a fitbit one. It is hard to believe how much this gadget has kept me in line. I don't want to have it tell me to get moving, faster',etc. I like it when it sends me certificates for things I wasn't even aware I had accomplished. I climbed ten flights of stairs and it "told" me then proceeded to ask can you do 25?. Doesn't let you stop.
So here I go again. I got on the scale after more then a week and I finally lost a couple of pounds. Yippee! Nothing big deal but it was a step in the right direction. Let someone talk about "my Weight" and it will be OK. I find that instead of it being negative, I enjoy hearing about what others are doing on their journey. How can this help me? I hear of some of you who simply said, say what it is and what you did/do to eat incorrectly. Don't put a name on it, just say I did it. Then get on with correcting the behavior to the best of your ability.
If you are not tracking what you eat, Why not? It is so simple on Spark there really is not an excuse. how simple can it be other then to have someone else do it for you. Don't do that! You need to have ownership for the food you eat. Just like you need ownership for the exercising you do. Be proud of what ever you accomplish, no matter how big or small. This includes your food intake and exercise.
Here I go. I am going to be proud of the choices I make. I know not all are going to be the best for me and I will give in to guilty pleasures like everyone one seems to, but I will know I made the choice. Hopefully I will give more intelligent thought to these decisions before they are made.
Mondays will occur once a week as always, but hopefully will not carry the disdain they have in the past.