Saturday, June 15, 2013
I've been avoiding the scale. With all that has been going on, I have been eating on the run, not planning my meals for the week as I should, eating too much junk . . . well, you get the picture. I was fearful of the scale.
If I am serious about this journey, then I need to be honest with myself. Stand in your truth.
In order to keep myself accountable, I stepped on the scale this week. I was pleased to see that I have not gained, even though I thought I had. I'll take it. It's not where I want to be, it's not where I'm going to be, but so thankful I'm not where I was.
Somewhere within myself, since Dad's amputation, I've found a little spark that said, "Don't give up, you've got to take care of yourself. You cannot undo all that you have already done just because you are facing dark days." Maybe it is my Dad's determination. He has amazed me. At a time after 8 months of struggling to save a limb, then having it taken by an infection, his determination, strength and fortitude has led our family on a journey of hope and forward momentum. His words, "I can't give up." What an inspiration from my Dad. I, too, cannot give up.
I'm still 51 pounds lost with SP. Maintaining is always better than gaining. I can't give up.