Down another pound today! I could get used to this but I know it can't last so I'm just going to enjoy day two of down a pound. It wouldn't be prudent to expect a pound a day lose and yet my mind goes a wondering, daring to beleive if only for a moment that a person could lose a pound a day. Wouldn't that be grand, adding of course that you'd still want to be in good health.
Question of the day; "Have you ever noticed how easy it is to get used to something?"
I have and on so many levels. Life is a series of things we need to get used to, some we embrace and some we'd love to run from. About the only time I want to run is when I'm in an unpleasant situation, I'm sure I'd drive, but running is what I think about first. Does that make me an athelete? My first instinct when I felt to start blogging about my weight was flight, the more I thought about it the more I decided fight was the better choice. I have spent years getting used to the way I look, I've accepted it and as I've said before it never stopped me from doing anything I really wanted to. But, I knew that what I was doing wasn't good for me. I got used to feeling stiff. I got used to being out of shape and I got used to having low energy. I even got used to shopping at the fat lady store. Yep, I was glad I could still be stylish. Please don't get me wrong I'm not insulting anyone who shops at those stores, I still go. But I do remember the first time I went into one, I felt small. Not what you expected me to say is it? You see my size has never gone beyond a sixteen, although certain shirts have had to be size eighteen. I have what my daughter calls a rack. I also have no ghetto bootie, another term Tessa has taught me. So I'd be buying the smallest pants they carried and the smaller shirts. In that store I felt abnormal, just like I did at Banana Republic trying to find something that fit. The difference, one store made me feel good about my abnormality and the other one frustrated me. I got used to both.
My point, we adapt and adjust, that's a good thing. I needed to take a good honest look at what I was doing to my body. I needed to make a decision that would define my quality of life as I age. The abuse that I was inflicting on myself had to stop. I cannot realistically expect to live my life to the "fullest" and be overflowing out the top of my jeans. I needed to adjust to eating less and I can tell you that I'm on day twelve and it keeps getting easier. I have adjusted to eating less without freaking out...who knew? I have only come close to feeling full a couple of times and I was strangely uncomfortable with even a hint of that feeling. I didn't like it...shocking to say the least. I have gotten used to eating less.
I'm living proof that humans can adjust to anything on so many levels. I know that you could get used to and adapt to the changes you need to make in your lives as well. Weight is certainly not the only thing I need to change.
Be blessed with a wonderful day.
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