Friday, May 24, 2013
Yep, after my whining in my blog on May 21st, I am happy to say, that as predicted, I finally lost a pound. It was a pound and a half to be exact. So, when I woke up this morning, the scale said "128.5."
It's the first time I've weighed in the 120's since 2007. I had to check that. I had to go look at old pictures on my computer to get a date for the last day I remember being in the 120's. It was right before my grandmother died. After she was gone, all of my ability to care about my health or how I looked went out the window. I plumped up. I hid from the world.
Well, I don't have time for that ridiculous self pity any more. The years 2005-2007 were the darkest of my life, and my life has never been easy. It's taken me this long to shake the dust off and find myself again. I have shed my old, selfish, superficial friends...and have surrounded myself with new, compassionate, fun friends, who don't care what size jeans I wear. I have removed myself from the toxic games my family engages in and refuse to be dragged back into their collective meltdown. My changes in my effort to be healthy haven't just been about a number on the scale, but about living a life filled with integrity and love.
Life STILL isn't easy for me, but I feel like I am stronger than I ever have been before.
Eight point five pounds to go, Sparkers! Be strong!