Part of knowing when to seek help hasn’t strictly been about being sad. What sadness can masquerade around as is more like agitation, aggravation. Quickly snapping, or feeling anxious. Jumping to quick conclusion, dissolving into tears. Unable to “take a joke”, or even instruction that become misconstrued as “lecturing”. Before you know it, you’re sitting in the front seat of the cab of your truck, bawling your brains out to your husband in a parking lot – unable to tear yourself away from the outpouring of grief, shouting – I just want someone to care!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I’ve gained a few pounds, but lost a few inches. But what’s more important than inches and scales and protein bars and whey powders is having the right mind set to say: no matter what else happens, it’s all supposed to happen.
And now, with a new gig starting Monday, my partner’s hand in mine, a new lease on 2020, I can go a little more confident into Week 21. Part of a physical weight loss journey is minding your mental health just as well.
Today, I stepped up onto the scale and 194.8 stared back at me. In just under three months, I’ve turned back time. I’m back to where I was when I started the 90 Day Challenge last year. I’ve knocked off an additional 2.5″ off my midsection, and 2″ off my hips. 35.2lbs down. I still have a long ways to go, but now I feel like I’m starting from where I should have last March. It’s time.
Give yourself the chance to be your own champion. Because you are the critic in your own life. Impress yourself, first. The rest will follow.