I've tried and tried to lose weight over the years. But reality is, it's darn hard. Especially if you're an emotional eater, like myself. As many know, I've been through quite a lot in the past couple of years. What I have learned about losing weight is, the saying that if you do it for a month it becomes habit really doesn't apply in many cases. It hasn't ever for me. I lose a little, something sets me back, and then I'm off. Way off. I gain back the weight I lose and then some. It's a never ending patter and it sucks. So what does it take?
It takes "the thing". Whatever "the thing" is, it's something that motivates you for the right reasons. It's a lasting inspiration, push, driving force. I haven't ever gotten "the thing" before. Until now. I've eaten healthier since having my baby girl because I want her to be a healthy eater and I definitely don't want her to inherit my weight and food issues. So, I've kept healthy foods around the house. You won't find candy or cookies. No potato chips. Not even chocolate. But I overeat. And it's the eating at work that gets me too.
About a month and a half ago I started having dizzy spells and my blood sugar was dropping. I've always been borderline hypoglycemic so I figured it was getting worse. I went to the doctor only to find out that I'm now borderline diabetic. He ordered me to lose weight and get moving immediately. I almost cried. I walked out that day devastated and depressed. But I also walked out with "the thing". Suddenly, I look at food completely different. I, emotionally and mentally, don't want the stuff I know is bad for me. I have a chance to turn this around and not have to live with diabetes. If I have a second chance, then by golly, I'm gonna take it.
Interestingly, I had been praying that God would help me find my motivation. Prayer: answered. I have it. This time it isn't because a family member hurt my feelings and belittled me into it. It isn't because I want the attention of some boy (heck no- he's gonna have to earn my attention! Just sayin'.). It isn't because I hate the way I look, although I hadn't been happy with my appearance, avoiding mirrors at all costs. This time, I'm ready to be the person I'm meant to be. To stop diabetes before it becomes a reality. To get healthy and ensure that my baby girl is learning healthy eating.
In five weeks I've lost 22 pounds. I'm already wearing a smaller size. And I'm feeling amazing. I cut off my hair and I've been wearing it straight. Today I actually got into a pair of pants I received as a Christmas present that I have never been able to wear. Five weeks ago I could hardly get them over my rear. Two weeks ago I couldn't zip them. Today, yeah, I'm wearing those suckers, along with a shirt that now fits me.
I have an end goal. But I also have smaller goals along the way. I'm 12 pounds away from my first one. I've already hit 2 WW goals. I feel amazing. =) And I'm pretty sure that this newfound confidence and my cute outfit and super fun shoes make me LOOK amazing too!
Yeah baby yeah!! That's so great you found "the thing", I totally agree. You gotta find that to reallly motivate you. No matter how much you want something, sometimes even that isn't enough. I'm proud of you buddy! Can't wait for PT! :)
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