I used to call my knee "Stupid." I'd be walking along and I'd feel a twinge of pain and I'd just say, "Oh, it's just my stupid knee." Then one day, someone told me that my body was anything but stupid and I should be calling it my lucky, wonderful knee. That really got me thinking of all the things I've told myself, like:
I can't lose weight
I'm too tired
I have no metabolism
It's too hard
I really have to have something sweet at night (still saying that one)
I'll never look like I did when I was twenty (I'm 61)
The list goes on, but I'm sure you get my drift.
I think that realizing the way I speak to myself keeps me from changing and progressing. At least I'm aware of what I'm doing so I can change my thoughts. There is nothing wrong with telling myself a different story. After all, the old story surely did NOT work. My new story will go something like this:
Each day is getting easier for me
Soon I will be able to shop for cute, stylish, new clothes
I will love the way I feel as I get more fit
Anything is possible
While I went a bit over in my calories today, it's not the end of the world and it will help me get on track for tomorrow.
I WILL cross that finish line!
My focus is on staying in alignment as I pursue my goals. There is no reason not to succeed.
| current weight: 190.5