I read once that our words become their inner voice. Language counts. When they stare at the mirror and question everything they thought they knew, who will they hear looking back at them? Make sure it’s your voice reminding them that you love them, that you’re proud of them, and that they only thing you expect from them is that they respect themselves.
You have to remember that you are capable of being both – awesome, and not awesome. You can be terrific and terrible. But you must be able to accept both, be humbled by either, and aware of each.
On weeks where I plateau, I try to focus on the silver lining – and that’s that I’m still more than 14″ inches off my waist since this journey began last summer. That’s more than a large sub sandwich, and looking at how much my work-out tank can now fit like a micro mini, I’d say I don’t miss them.
Trust your instinct. Trust your body. When something seems off, it might just be. I was gaining weight rapidly, and I knew it wasn’t right. I advocated and figured out what it was.
I’m down just a pound this week, but I’ve carved off more than an inch from my bust, half an inch off my hips and another inch and a half off my tummy for a total of 14.25 inches off my midsection since I started four months ago. See? Something worth smiling for. There always is.
In the moments of helplessness, I let the feeling wash over. And when it passes, I look for the win. And today’s? I saw an ‘8’ on the scale. I haven’t seen the 180’s in three years.
52 weeks to put on 50lbs.
13 weeks to take off 40 of them.
I don’t miss Doritos. Much.
And here I am. The same size as last week, just about a pound heavier.
And that’s cool with me.
Because frolicking is basically cardio, just a little less rigid and a little more regal sounding. Let’s frolic.
I don’t miss sugar, I don’t. Nor carbs, or eating out. I just miss the time I wasted thinking I didn’t have it in me to do something this extreme. But here we are.