Miss Peacock, In the Dining Room, Eating Fiber
I am currently sitting pretty at 26.5 pounds lost. WOW, you are surely saying to yourself, she must be PROUD! And I am. But maybe just a little bit disappointed as well. A few months ago I was determined to lose 30 pounds by the end of the year, but obviously, as I sit here in my cubicle, having just consumed a lunch from Subway, I am 3.5 pounds shy of my goal with just over a week left in the year. This goal meant a lot to me at one point: it would somehow prove to everyone how intensely I had been working on my weight loss and how dedicated I can be when I commit to something. As the weeks have slithered by, however, the goal has become fuzzier and less important to me. I’ve slowly learned that weight loss, like everything else in life, is a process whereby you can hopefully better yourself and discover secret, hidden areas of strength you never knew you had. I am now confident that I have the tools in my bag of tricks to continue to lose weight on my own, without the crutch of Weight Watchers. I’ve learned that it’s not just about losing weight, but about disciplining yourself and even denying yourself good things in the name of something bigger (in my case, my health and the possibility of fitting back into my size 8 jeans). I’ve never been one to deny myself much of anything, so the lesson has been painful, but it’s been amazing to see how far I can stretch my body and my willpower when it comes to something as seductive and alluring as food.
As with any lifestyle change, the support of good friends makes it so much easier. Thanks again to Hydroceph and Mama Penguino: our weekly “checking in” emails have been inspiring and powerful during this journey, and I hope we continue them until all three of us are in the nursing home, sitting in front of the starin’ window.
Maybe I’ll reach my 30-pound goal in a few weeks, and maybe I won’t. Either way, I’ve learned so much about my body, the food I consume, and living better, that I’m a winner any way you look at it.