Why thank you, Fox! Discipline is the name of this game, and it's what has worked well for me. I saw first hand how much my backslides cost me (in time, energy and trouble) and how the whole deal about rejecting changes hurt me and my family.
I'll bet you were wondering why I resisted doing something about my weight for so long? (Let me say that because I'm tall, nobody thought I had that much to lose--they were wrong.) Well, that answer is a little complicated.
One? I felt I had enough crap on my plate without tackling that one. Two? Here's the killer... I felt that there was nothing wrong with my eating habits. That my inability to lose was somehow tied to my menopause and fluctuating hormones and my body's aging process. Even though deep down inside, I knew that my objections were a crock of crap.
It's sort of weird, though. It took for me to lose weight for me to see that Mr. Wonderful refused to see the changes in me until my physical appearance changed. I'm sure the men have some enlightening thoughts on that observation...
To be brutally honest, the 20 lbs came off with a little hard work and a conscious desire to succeed, but overall, was much easier than changing my thoughts and behaviors.
13 lbs to go before I begin the stablization process. Hopefully, I'll reach that goal by the time the pool opens. I might fancy myself as Demi with this one cute college aged lifeguard Just kidding. Really. Hopefully, Al Bundy will decide he wants to begin anew with his favorite slut...
"There are only 2 ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle."
