April 2012
I have been thinking a lot about my weight loss journey. To me, gaining
back 50 of the 113 lbs I lost a couple of years ago feels like failure.
But, thinking seriously, what will change when (not if) I reclaim this
loss?
Will I be strong and healthy? Well, I already AM strong and healthy. Obese for sure, but strong and healthy.
Will I be eating a healthy diet? I already do that. I am a very natural and clean eater.
Will I be happy? Only if being able to wear my white denim skirt will truly make me happy. (I am undecided about this one.)
All that will change when I reach whichever goal, is that I will be
thinner. I will take up less space. So why do I beat myself up over
what I perceive as failure? Why do I see it as failure in the first
place?
My fiance commented today that my weight bothers me a lot more than it
does anyone else. No one else sees me as a failure, only me. I am
still loved. I am still valuable. And I am still worthwhile. My jeans
are just a little bigger.
So the next time I decide I am a failure, I need to remember these
things. I need to remember that I am strong, healthy, valuable and
loved. And then let it go.
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