Change Comes Slowly
Wednesday, March 03, 2010
Yesterday I had to go to get poked and prodded at my husband's workplace. Healthy lifestyles incentive program.
So in a big room, I got blood drawn, measured, weighed, and had my BP checked.
The whole process made me mad. Yes, I know I'm OBESE and yes, I'm doing all I can about it. But I can't change my body, you know. I can only change my habits, my behavior. The rest, I suppose, is up to God.
I had the same reaction a month ago when I got measured and weighed at Curves. The gal who did it asked me what my goals were for the next few months. Like, what would I like to achieve, how many inches I want to lose? Come on, get REAL!
Aside from taking a carving knife to my belly fat, I have absolutely NO CONTROL over the size of my waist outside of making a thousand and one good choices every day. Those I've been doing. It's paying off.
But that doesn't mean I don't have a long way to go, yet.
And I HATE HATE HATE being "evaluated", poked, prodded, judged.
Because this process is hard enough. You know? And because I'm working so hard at all those internal changes and I DO struggle with the fact that change comes slowly.
Nothing to it but to do it, though. bleh.