You can't get there if you don't start!
I knew a woman once who kept trying and trying to lose weight. She'd start this diet and that diet, do Zumba, go to the gym, but with no consistency whatsoever. She even went so far as to blame me for her sustained obesity because I wasn't working out with her. She'd tell me how fat and ugly she was, how gross she felt about herself, never mind the fact that I outweighed her by 50 lbs. I would look at her quizzically and say, "What does that make me?" She had every excuse in the book. I, on the other hand was pretty comfortable with myself where I was at in my life. I have love, shelter, clothing, food and employment. I wasn't desperate to lose weight and rid myself of all of my horribly gross and disgusting fat. That was around 3 years ago.
Guess what! None of that has changed. I am still comfortable in my own skin, content with my life and not desperate to lose my horribly gross and disgusting fat. I AM, however, working towards the goal of 26.2 miles. I am not desperate, I am determined. I am determined to accomplish this goal. It will be no one's fault but my own if I don't get there, but, just know, I will. I am not beating myself up to get there, I am building myself up. In the process, the weight is coming off, and I want it to, but not for the reason you may think. I want it to come off so I can run and run faster.
You can only do what you REALLY want to do. I wasn't ready before. I'm ready now. It's happening and I am thanking God for putting the right people in my life right now. I don't have time for the kinds of people who used to suck up all my energy and waste my time with their neediness. Don't get me wrong, I am perfectly willing to help anyone as best as I can, but there comes a point where needing help turns into just being manipulative.
I know the kind of person I want to be. I am becoming her. I am her. I've always been her. I see it as the statue in the marble block. The sculptor knows what the statue will look like when s/he's finished. No one else can see it, and that's okay. Various people and events in my life have chipped away at me, carving and honing me into this person. Thank you for the mistakes, old friends long gone! I learned so many things from you. I thank each of you for your part in my transformation! Thank you for standing by me, dear friends in my present! Your support and friendship are a brace, holding me in place, keeping me focused, eyes on the prize!
If one is shoving a huge sandwich in one's gullet one minute, then boohooing the next, "I don't know how I got like this!" or "Why won't this weight just come off?" - really? Are you surprised that you are the way you are when you keep doing what you've always done? It's no picnic tracking my food every day and abstaining from all the crap I used to shovel in my face, although I wouldn't trade any of that garbage for the three pots of soup I made this week.
I started out kind of floundering on my own, but then the right people with the right resources came into place better than I could have planned it. But, if you don't position yourself to get to your dream destination, you will stagnate where you are. You can't wish yourself to a marathon, or a size 6, or a dream job, or a college degree, you get the picture. You can't get there if you don't start!
Guess what! None of that has changed. I am still comfortable in my own skin, content with my life and not desperate to lose my horribly gross and disgusting fat. I AM, however, working towards the goal of 26.2 miles. I am not desperate, I am determined. I am determined to accomplish this goal. It will be no one's fault but my own if I don't get there, but, just know, I will. I am not beating myself up to get there, I am building myself up. In the process, the weight is coming off, and I want it to, but not for the reason you may think. I want it to come off so I can run and run faster.
You can only do what you REALLY want to do. I wasn't ready before. I'm ready now. It's happening and I am thanking God for putting the right people in my life right now. I don't have time for the kinds of people who used to suck up all my energy and waste my time with their neediness. Don't get me wrong, I am perfectly willing to help anyone as best as I can, but there comes a point where needing help turns into just being manipulative.
I know the kind of person I want to be. I am becoming her. I am her. I've always been her. I see it as the statue in the marble block. The sculptor knows what the statue will look like when s/he's finished. No one else can see it, and that's okay. Various people and events in my life have chipped away at me, carving and honing me into this person. Thank you for the mistakes, old friends long gone! I learned so many things from you. I thank each of you for your part in my transformation! Thank you for standing by me, dear friends in my present! Your support and friendship are a brace, holding me in place, keeping me focused, eyes on the prize!
If one is shoving a huge sandwich in one's gullet one minute, then boohooing the next, "I don't know how I got like this!" or "Why won't this weight just come off?" - really? Are you surprised that you are the way you are when you keep doing what you've always done? It's no picnic tracking my food every day and abstaining from all the crap I used to shovel in my face, although I wouldn't trade any of that garbage for the three pots of soup I made this week.
I started out kind of floundering on my own, but then the right people with the right resources came into place better than I could have planned it. But, if you don't position yourself to get to your dream destination, you will stagnate where you are. You can't wish yourself to a marathon, or a size 6, or a dream job, or a college degree, you get the picture. You can't get there if you don't start!
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