Kudos to kelleekate.com!
We all have a day one. Mine was February 13, 2016. I too, was shocked and emotional when I got back on the scale and saw the largest number of my entire life. I realized the truth on that day. Once again, I had used food to deal with my emotions. But this time, I used it to grieve the loss of my Mother.
On that day, my back hurt, my legs hurt, my knees hurt and I remember sitting in that first meeting trying to tell myself something other than the truth.
I tried to tell myself that I was still in control and then I could lose the weight again and that things aren’t really as bad as they were.
I tried to tell myself that it really wasn’t that big of a deal that I couldn’t walk 200 feet without extreme pain and getting winded.
I tried to tell myself that it was okay to continue to put myself to the side. I didn’t want to die, I just didn’t want to participate in living.
I tried to tell myself that it was easier to eat fast food and whole bag of chips instead of giving my body a chance to heal itself and get off of the junk and the alcohol.
All those thoughts went through my head… Right there in the middle of that Weight Watchers center. All within just a matter of a few minutes.
Familiarity is a blessing and a curse. It’s a curse because it helps me insulate myself. But the truth is, familiarity and comfort just lead to more depression, more pain and a slow descent to death.
Today is day 99 for me. I have lost 36 pounds and I’m on my way to 40, hopefully by Memorial Day.
So, I said all that to say a big thank you for the person that wrote the blog that I’m sharing now.
She knows what it’s like and she’s been there. Thank you for sharing your Journey!
Day One is hopeful-
Day One is brave-
And Day One is the metaphorical line in the sand.
It’s the day that we finally protest, “Enough is enough”, and declare “I want more!”
It’s the crusade of a Warrior headed into an epic showdown for all the marbles.
When we come to the place where we cannot march forward without taking decisive action-
It’s the battle cry of the weary, and it echoes,”I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired, and I’m ready for a change!”
We raise our collective fists to the gods of circumstance and shout, “Let’s do this!”, with all of the motivation and good intentions that we can muster.
It’s the day that we put our foot down with purpose, and then silently ask, “What the French toast have I gotten myself into?”
Because, let’s face it, Day One is a gigantic leap of faith.
It’s a promise that we…
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