Tuesday, March 05, 2013
These weeks are starting to blend together. I suppose that is bound to happen when what started out as a “program” turns into a way of life. I forget sometimes that this is a daily battle, documented weekly. Today, I lost another 2 pounds. Seems somewhat insignificant, however, that broaches the 50 pound mark. 90 days, 50 pounds. My coach says this is something to be applauded. I see it, however, as just a step in the right direction. I won’t say I am not happy about it. I am. The last time I lost this much weight was because I was in the hospital recovering from an infection; an infection I got by having a diseased gallbladder removed. How did it get diseased? Fatty foods, mostly. I am happy with the progress, don’t get me wrong. When I started this process, I wanted to lose 150 pounds. So technically, I am only 33% complete and have a ways to go. I could look at that as an insurmountable challenge. However, I look at it as the next step forward.
I am still not needing the variety as some Ideal Protein need. This protocol is a prescription. If a doctor said I needed to take a drug as prescribed, would I want to alter it’s make up and jeopardize its effectiveness? How I go to where I am was deviating from acceptable health and wellness. Doing the program, one packet at a time, is a reminder that this mundane schedule is only temporary. I owe it to myself to stick with the program. I owe it to everyone that has ever stuck with me through the heaviest points of my life. I owe my kids so they can learn how to live a healthy life. I owe them the dedication required to lose 150 pounds without some surgical modification to what God created. This takes work, as does anything worth having. It takes commitment in order for it to work the way it is designed. It is part of a larger picture, a lesson on how to live your life. Changing that to break up any so called monotony seems crazy to me. However, to each their own. However it works best for other people doesn’t matter to me. My plan is mine and no one else’s. I am just thankful I am still on this Earth to participate.
I am present now in my own health. I am aware, aware to the point that I need to spread this knowledge and awareness around. I have pride in myself. Not a sinful type of ego-centered gawk, but just proud of where I am now and that feeling has not been around for some time. I deserve to be happy, no matter what anyone else says. I earned this feeling, these jeans and belt that have been hanging in my closet, bored for years. This shirt that has not been on my back for about 5 years and fits comfortably, the way clothes should feel. I am dressing for my weight, and not the weather. I am a non0diabetic for the first time in 4 years. I have a lower risk for developing many diseases associated with diabetes. Health is #1, not weight. The weight will come. If I feel this way after dropping 50 pounds….how will I feel at 100?