Last Saturday I moved into a cute lil 3rd floor bachelorette pad. I've done more flights of stairs in the last 6 days than I have in the last year. All of a sudden a priority in my life is minimizing what I bring home because then it has to be hauled up the stairs. No more buying water at the store for me, I have one of those faucet filters now.
But some things can't be avoided. I went out for groceries last night (or what passes for groceries in a MF life, you know ..... boullion, pickles, cat food and cat litter, LOL). I bought an 18 pound bag of cat food and a 20 pound bag of cat litter. I had to make 2 trips up the stairs and I was HUFFING the whole way.
Then it hit me.
I've lost 34 pounds. Short of a couple pounds ..... 2 months ago, I would've been carrying those bags of cat stuff up those stairs ON MY BODY. I've lost almost that much. How did I ever do it? And I still have a long way to go. I am still carrying about 4-5 extra bags worth around! Hefting those bags gave me a moment of clarity. I have subjected my body to hauling all these pounds around. My heart having to work harder, increased pressure on my joints, etc. It's easy to be in denial about a weight problem. I know for years I have said to myself 'it's not that bad', I have put loose tent-like clothing on and covered it up, I have said 'I carry my weight well', I purchased size 3X and 26W and somehow didn't really realize that THAT WAS MY SIZE. Well, it is that bad, and I don't carry it well. And I have been in denial about it.
I caught myself really patting myself on the back lately. I've made it to 30 pounds, my clothes are pretty darn baggy, people have FINALLY started commenting. I was really getting full of myself. And that's dangerous, because becoming complacent or telling myself 'it's not that bad anymore' is the first step down the slippery slope to bingeing for me. I had a wake up call last night when I was changing clothes. I caught myself in the mirror and was actually shocked that *I* could still have so much fat after losing 30 pounds. I guess I was expecting to see someone a whole lot smaller. Denial again.
Denial sneaks into my life in many ways that I never noticed till now. Of course in the grocery store ............. it's there telling me 'one candy bar, or package of brownies won't hurt and I've been So GOOD for So LONG, I deserve a treat'. Well, it will hurt.
Denial tells me that 30 pounds is such a big accomplishment that maybe I should treat myself to Sunday brunch. Denial tells me that after 30 pounds of weight loss, I actually expected to look in the mirror and SEE 100 pounds of weight loss.
I'm not saying I shouldn't feel good about how far I have come. What I am saying is that this is NO TIME to become complacent and let denial talk me into sabotaging myself. It means staying the course and not letting old habits reassert themselves just because I've made some progress. I am not there yet, and I must remain vigilant about what goes through my head and what goes into my mouth.
I've come too far to blow it now!
Carrie