Life is Too Precious...

"It's Been 10 Years Since I Hated My Body"

The best 10 years of my life.

Hating your body is a choice.

A decision.

Nobody can make you do it, and yet so many of us choose to hate on ourselves.

We curse our thighs, our stomachs, our wrinkles, our butts.

And all it does is create emotional pain within our bodies.

I remember the day I decided to stop hating my body.

I was the heaviest I had ever been at 70 pounds overweight.

I decided that my life was too precious to spend it hating anything, let alone my only body.

So I taught myself how to love it.

And that felt better.

I had worried that if I loved my body I would not keep it fit,

but I found the opposite was true.

I started moving it more.

Lifting weights.

Walking.

I loved that weight off of me.  Every single pound.

I have loved my body for 10 years.

I choose to love it.

Some days are more difficult than others.

But I make that decision for myself.

Because my life is too precious for hate.

How precious is your life?

 

Borrowed from Brooke Castillo 

via Julsey

Celebrate the Small Stuff

Had a doctor's appointment last week, was looking forward to smaller #s.
I have lost a few pounds and my bp went down a bit, but neither were as 'small' as I had hoped.

I know this is a journey of 1000 miles...I certainly didn't get this fluffy overnight, and I'm not going to become 'unfluffy' overnight either. Why do I struggle with this?  Rather than worrying about how far I have to go, I need to focus on how far I've come.  I'm wearing smaller jeans for goodness sakes...and that is something to celebrate!!

Mr. T and Me

I have a new buddy at work...his name is Mr. T. Readmill.

We have been meeting up during breaks for the last couple of weeks, and I think I'm in love.

Here's a picture of us last week.

On My Way

About a month ago I went to Penny's to get a new pair of jeans. They were on sale, woo hoo!! I grabbed the size I have been for years, and they were too big!! I almost cried in the dressing room. I gathered my things and scurried back to the jeans and grabbed the next size down and hurried back into the dressing room. The 22's FIT!!! OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG, I thought to myself, tears welling up in my eyes. I proceeded to text Jake, my Mom, and sisters and a couple of friends my great news. I couldn't believe it!!

I wore them for the first time last Sunday, and they fit better than they did at the store!!! I'm doing it...this is working. I can do this!!

This is Gonna Be Tough

Didn't get up for Turbo Kick this morning, guess I needed the sleep. I think I'm starting to get used to exercise, I missed it, that's a change. :) Now if I can just get the 'food thing' under control. I ran a bunch of errands today. When I was done, I was going to stop by McDonald's for a bottle of water and maybe an ice cream cone? I called J to see if wanted anything, and he talked me out of it, told me that ice cream is on the 'naughty' list and goes against my efforts at Shake & Shed. He was right, but I did notice myself getting a little 'tude about it. *sigh*

I left McD's & headed toward the interstate to come home. Just before I get on the on ramp, I remember Dairy Queen up ahead, so I changed lanes and headed straight. I got to the light near DQ and say out loud "What am I doing??", and proceed to do a U-turn and head back to I90, mini-Blizzard-free.

My final errand was to pick up a gas card for a friend, so I went to Kwik Trip, gas station/mini market. I walked around to see what else it was that I wanted to get, I only needed the gas card, by the way...and I find the cheese-filled bread sticks in the warmer. They are super yummy...and I caved and bought them. And ate them on the way to my friend's house. I guess they're better than M&M's, chocolate covered pretzels or peanuts, but I know they're not good either.

I guess I've had such a co-dependant relationship with food for so long, it's gonna take some time...but I need to get serious and kick the food addiction to the curb. It's time to eat to live rather than live to eat!!

One Small Step

The only way I can explain the fact that I joined a gym a few weeks ago is God. Not only did I join, but I have actually been attending classes. I have my little gym bag packed in the car to set myself up for success. I don't have 1000 lbs to lose, obviously, but the quote 'a journey of 1000 miles begins with a single step' is my inspiration.

I got on the Wii Fit a couple of weeks back, my Wii Fit age was 40. I got on this past weekend, and it told me my Wii Fit age was 20!! Not sure exactly what that means, but I must be doing something right.

I'm still working on the whole "diet" part of the equation. I don't plan on "going" on a diet, I mean diet as in the food I eat. My therapist said it perfectly, I need to think about the food that will fuel my body. I don't put "cheap gas" in my car, and I feed the cats "the good stuff" from PetSmart, why should my cats and car eat better than me?

Part of my "journey" is to get enough sleep, so I need to end this here. Thanks for joining me on this journey. I think it's gonna be an exciting adventure!