Wednesday, April 10, 2013
That is one of my son's favorite songs, by Josh Turner. We listen to it on the way home from his MMA class three times a week. It is a great song, very upbeat, about basically counting your blessings. It is how I am feeling.
I admit, there are moments I think, "How can I be so happy when I am still over 200 lbs?" But I feel good. I'm working out again regularly, I'm eating right, I'm free from the processed, sugary, fatty food cravings I felt imprisoned by only 6 short weeks ago. (Processed foods truly are the devil...I'm not saying one should never eat them, but one should approach with caution lest ye be overtaken unwittingly by their siren song.) And I like the healthy foods I'm eating, I don't feel deprived. I feel in-control, because I took back control. Why did it take me so long - a year and a half - to do that? Why did I relinquish control in the first place? Why did I choose to abuse my body? I think within the answer to these questions lies the secret to maintenance, for me.
Is that really all it took to go from someone who was depressed enough to seek out medical attention for it to someone who has moments of giddy joy knowing that I am turning my life back around? No one can stop me but me, and I am tired of getting in my own way.
I'm feeling good and everything is fine.