Friday, 13 January 2012

Telephone poles and finish lines.....

Doin' it for me! It's nice when the man loves us for who we are but sometimes they make us feel so beautiful we "drop the ball" without realizing that the situation has gotten out of control. Whenever I let myself go, I am much less happy and always angry and disappointed with myself. I think that negativity trickles out into my interactions with others. Rectifying my lifestyle to a healthier one is definitely causing a positive rather than negative trickle-out. So taking care of myself is benefiting them as well.


Some days it's tough, I'm not gonna lie. I have accountability partners in my step-daughter Tracey and daughter Emily, and I belong to some on-line accountability groups as well. We are in this together and we will get to our goals. The first step is the hardest (and I have that behind me now). I just have to keep putting one foot in front of the other, day by day and reach out for help-as there is strength in numbers! I set a small goal (such as 5 lb) to focus on then reward that achievement and set a new small goal and keep repeating (and must constantly remind myself not to obsess about the finish-line, just keep getting myself to the next telephone pole, or tree, or city-block).


I have a memo in my cellphone reminding myself why I want to do this, and refer to it when something/someone tries to lure me from my goals. Strong is the new sexy, and nothing can taste as good as feeling strong! But sometimes I need to remind myself, in the moment. I get sad when I see the huge journey in front of me and it seems almost impossible. Smaller chunks are much more manageable. I tell myself, "You will be so glad someday that you took those "goodbye" (before) pictures in your bikini, and did all those measurements, so that the sum of all those baby-steps will be more evident."




But for now it's all about waking up tomorrow-healthy food, 2L of water, and sticking to the program,. Then it's all about next week, sticking to the program, keeping hydrated, and moving closer to that finish-line, one telephone pole at a time.

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