represents 1 pound gone)
This past weekend I can't say I did very well, but I can't say I did horribly. Saturday night dinner out I split a meal, had a moderate amount of appetizer - AND I went for a long walk (hauling butt) Sunday morning that brought me to sweat in 50-degree weather. And I had Chinese for Mother's Day. I indulged, but not to the extent that I would have if I weren't paying more attention.
Today I scrubbed floors, went for 3 walks and kept under my calories (OK, over by 6) to make up for it.
All of these things I could live with. Since I'm on the path to better lifelong choice-making, I guess I feel OK with it.
Today I weighed in at 277. My strange mental problem won't let me make it official. I thought on this off and on through the day, wondering what my malfunction is.
Fear, probably. I've lived a very fat lady for years. 300 pounds is heavy. Heavier than most. As much as an obstacle as it has been, frustrating, embarrassing (at times) - it's me. It's what I've been comfortable with. I've grown accustomed to accommodating my girth. Not having to work around that obstacle on a continuous thought wheel means making new accommodations in other places of my life -- opening doors that have always been closed off to me.
I think there's a part of me that is scared. Like, really scared.
Sixty pounds ago I would have not done everything I do now. Thirty pounds ago I don't know if I would have even made it out to dinner with friends the other night (I arrived late, and have been groomed to be fearful of fitting my big body into too-small places - arriving late could have presented a very embarrassing scenario). I would have made an excuse as to why I couldn't make dinner with the group, and spent it solo.
Not this time. I arrived late, feeling more confident than I've felt in a long time.
It's all good. Changes in the right direction. But it is still change, something I'm not always entirely comfortable with. If I have the strength to get down into the 250 zone I will literally poo in my pants. I'm 20 pounds away from 257, and 20 pounds away from 297.
Which will win out?
2 comments:
Change is very scary!!! Even when it is for the better it required so much readjustment. Like you I have avoided people at various times, my avoidance was because I was ashamed of how I looked. Being overweight just robs us of so very much. I'm glad you went out with your friends and had a great time. I'm putting my money on 250 and wishing you many more good times. :)
Thank you, Nona girl. I appreciate the vote of confidence. Everything in my being is telling me to go back to where I was. But I gotta tell me to shut up. :p
Post a Comment