A few months back, I wrote an article announcing hubby and I were changing the way we eat as we had discovered there was a little too much of us hanging around. Four months have passed and I’ve lost just over 30 pounds. My old self is back — which is to say, I’m full of ideas and walking with a spring in my step. I say ‘old self’ because I’d been carrying around that extra weight for at least five years. I learned a few life lessons along the way. Nothing earth shattering, but definitely worth sharing.
Occasional checkpoints are the only way to ensure you’re not drifting onto the wrong path.
I had stopped weighing myself years ago — which, I guess, is the human version of the cat that hides his head in the mistaken belief that we can’t see the rest of him sticking out from his hiding place. You would never stop measuring your progress against career objectives or fail to mark a milestone in your kid’s development — why would we not want to set and measure health goals?
Turns out, patience really is a virtue.
Whatever you have a mind to change, making many tiny adjustments over time is better than attempting a valiant, impressive effort. Minor changes give you ample opportunity to celebrate wins and are more sustainable over the long haul.
Taking care of a weight problem is the ultimate in self kindness and self care.
I’m reminded of the airline safety message: Be sure to don your own oxygen mask before assisting others. This is counter-intuitive for many, especially women. Here’s the rub — by putting others first, we may be limiting what we’re able to do for them. If this is a topic you’d like to explore, I recommend you spend some time with Suzie Cheel’s teachings. Even though we’ve never met in person, I can tell you that she is one of the most loving, encouraging people I know.
I still let myself have a treat now and then — which usually means a cookie. The difference is now I’m more intentional with my calories and nutrition.
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