Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Victory WILL be mine

Counting calories, what a pain. I will admit that now that I am more conciensious of what goes in my body, I feel better, eat less calories but more food and am dropping the pounds.

I have always been a firm believer in excercise to lose weight. I always lost weight from excercise, like it melted off. After kids everything changes, your butt, and...well all the other things are relocated and everything changes. I burned a million calories at twenty. It was like I looked at chocolate and it did not go right to my thighs, I now think about looking at chocolate and straight to my butt, thighs and where ever else it wants to abide.

The last week I have done my new wii fit everyday and gone for a walk and counted calories and at last major breakthrough. I have lost 6 lbs in six days and my jeans feel loser and I feel good. However I still hear the haunting voices, your fat, your fat, your fat. I wish we could turn off our mind and again I say to myself I guess you can, refocus.

Anyway, here I sit thinking, why didn't I just count calories before, the weight loss journal is key, the water essential, and the wii fit telling me I'm fat, or rather, obese, can't hurt either. I am anxiously pushing toward the day when the stupid little voice tells me, You are in the normal weight range. Victory WILL be mine. I am six lbs. closer than last week and moving forward, without looking back.

Monday, March 23, 2009

I will...

Lately I have been focusing on weight loss. My entire life I have struggled with this issue. I realize that so does half of the population. I recently had a tooth pulled and during those few days I had a soft diet and because the procedure went terribly wrong, I had a soft diet and I could taste nothing. For some, perhaps even most this might be frustrating, but for me the only frustration I felt was that I had pain in the extraction site.

Long story short I lost about 13 pounds during the week of recovery, I could not taste, I got frustrated trying to keep food on one side of my mouth and eating no longer became a joy, delight or even an obligation, but work, hard frustrating and even exhausting work. So I simply became able to do what I had not been able to do since I was about twenty years old, I said no to the little bit left on my plate, I only ate when it was absoutely necessary.

I know this is short lived and eventually the site will seal and food will become a demon again, I realize that I am addicted, not only is it an addiction, but I am addicted to something that I require to live. Alcohol, tobacco, other drugs are not required to sustain life, but food is something our body craves and needs. I do not just want it, I need it. However I believe that in this time period I have become more aware of myself and my addiction. I believe that this is an epidemic in our country. I turn on the television and one minute the commercial says please pay 35 cents a day to feed these kids, the next is an ad to lose weight. Crazy.

I want it more, I need it more. I want to be thin, I want to live. I hate being fat, I hate being the one that people look at in disgust. I really believe that this is something I can overcome and that I will.

Proverbs 5:23He will die for lack of self-control