I can not lie, I am a slave to my tongue. Although my butt, arms, and thighs, feel like it's time for a revolution, this tyrant is not giving up her reign without a fight.
I am truly afraid to face my addiction to sugar and carbs. I realised it last night actually. I had made a commitment to myself yesterday to begin a new healthy regiment come Monday morning, and all of sudden this sense of panic consumed me. It that was the undercurrent of my emotional state for the whole day yesterday and I literally inhaled anything I could find, to soothe the anxiety away, but to no avail. It was pretty evident that it was time to find a new coping mechanism b/c this one had landed me at 250 lbs (ouch that was hard to say) and that is when I realised that, maybe I do need some help from fellow travelers down this steep and slippery edge of weight loss. And so here I am
The one question that keeps looping through my head is, what if this weight is cemented on to me? What if it never comes off? What if I am doomed to be FAT for the rest of my days? And the answer that I came up with was this.....If I don't bloody try, then how will I ever know?? What's the worst thing that will happen? I will still look the same after a month? Ok but at least you can say YOU TRIED!
God helps those who help themselves and instead of sitting here stuffing my face hoping for some divine intervention, (I really do pray for a miracle, that will shrink my bootie, while I munch on that twinkie, but God is having none of it!) really hasn't been helping my state of affairs.
So maybe being a bit more accountable to myself as I record my journey here and being heard by those who understand won't make this undertaking so daunting and scary. And maybe just maybe, I will one day get to say, I too am a success story.
And so begins the journey.
Good things to you all.
Ciao for now
I am truly afraid to face my addiction to sugar and carbs. I realised it last night actually. I had made a commitment to myself yesterday to begin a new healthy regiment come Monday morning, and all of sudden this sense of panic consumed me. It that was the undercurrent of my emotional state for the whole day yesterday and I literally inhaled anything I could find, to soothe the anxiety away, but to no avail. It was pretty evident that it was time to find a new coping mechanism b/c this one had landed me at 250 lbs (ouch that was hard to say) and that is when I realised that, maybe I do need some help from fellow travelers down this steep and slippery edge of weight loss. And so here I am
The one question that keeps looping through my head is, what if this weight is cemented on to me? What if it never comes off? What if I am doomed to be FAT for the rest of my days? And the answer that I came up with was this.....If I don't bloody try, then how will I ever know?? What's the worst thing that will happen? I will still look the same after a month? Ok but at least you can say YOU TRIED!
God helps those who help themselves and instead of sitting here stuffing my face hoping for some divine intervention, (I really do pray for a miracle, that will shrink my bootie, while I munch on that twinkie, but God is having none of it!) really hasn't been helping my state of affairs.
So maybe being a bit more accountable to myself as I record my journey here and being heard by those who understand won't make this undertaking so daunting and scary. And maybe just maybe, I will one day get to say, I too am a success story.
And so begins the journey.
Good things to you all.
Ciao for now
