Now why did you have to go and make me cry?
I'm in serious denial about the health effects of my high weight. Nothing bad has happened yet so it's hard to admit that this could actually kill me. But I can't imagine not being there for my girls.
I'm working on a combination of things to keep me on track - mental, emotional, and physical. I found a website with a 31-day affirmation program to try to break the negative thinking habit. I'm also going to exercise every day, because if I'm honest it really does feel good to move my body.
There is no reason that this morning has to affect this afternoon negatively. So I'm going to go have a shake and start over from this moment.
I really do want to stay on plan - however, I feel like I've been punishing myself with food. Yesterday I did what I did against all my inner screaming to stop. It's pretty pathetic.
It's going to be a tough haul. Hearing about Katie moving on, I admit that I've had those thoughts, too, like maybe this isn't the plan for me right now. Except that it IS the plan for me. I only wonder about stopping because I'm afraid. It's admittedly harder trying to figure out how to do this without the structure of working outside the house, because that kept me at a distance from food for many hours in the day. It was easy to stick to it at work. And when I came home, I had my husband's help with dinner. I also didn't need to keep much in the house because my daughter was with my sister all day long. To be honest, though, all the temptations in the house were put there by me. I did not have to buy them. But I did anyway.
There is no easy way. If there were, no one would be fat in this world. It's about changing my entire lifestyle as it pertains to food, and making food much less important than it has been. Many other things bring pleasure and fun to life. Food has been my one and only for a long time and I'm letting it continue, instead of shifting my focus.
I have to change. Just because nothing bad has happened yet, doesn't mean I'm safe. Or invincible. Thinking about looking great or moving easier or being less self-conscious in public has not helped. So maybe Robin is right and thinking about NOT being there when my girls need me will do the trick. People die every day, thin or fat. But that's no reason to add more and more risk factors to your life.
I'm back on plan. And now I can decide which I want more - a cookie, or to see my daughters on their wedding days, or be there to help them as they become moms themselves. It's depressing to consider otherwise but I have not been very realistic. Time will run out no matter what I do - but how could I live with myself if I didn't do everything in my power to keep my promises to my kids?