245 and Not Trying to Lose Pounds Anymore
It doesn’t work for me. Every time I focus on just losing weight, I don’t. Self sabotage, frustration, juvenile dislike of forcing something, I don’t know which or how many of those it is, but it doesn’t work. Not going to abandon it all together, but it will be more of a side effect, not the goal.
I’ve changed my priorities, probably to what they should have been in the first place. I will exercise so I can play with my kids, so I can take them to the zoo and not feel like I’m going to keel over on the first hill. I will eat right and feed my family right so that we are all healthy and so that my children will have less of a chance of ever having to deal with being over weight. I will stop using the scale to determine my mood. My clothing size will not be a cause for a depressive episode.
Success will be measured by how many times I go out and play with the kids, how many smiles they have because Mom is doing something with them. Success will be measured by going on outings to the zoo or aquarium or park and leaving because of time, not because I don’t think I can go further. Success will be measured by the health of myself and my children. Success will be measured by happiness and contentment, not a number on a scale or clothing tag.
Hopefully weightloss will happen, but I see no use in obsessing over a number on the scale when that is a cause of great distress for me. Happiness, contentment and health is key to lasting weightloss so I’m working on that first. I would rather be 245 pounds, happy, healthy and sharing that than 125, still not happy and have kids who don’t want to do anything with Mom because she’s always a grump.
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