We’ve had enough here in the frozen tundra of Minnesota! All of you have probably heard about our insanely cold weather. I even have an online friend in Australia who heard about it on her news.
School is closed today, for the second day in a row. Marcus got called in to work, so he was gone by the time I tried to leave to take the kids to daycare. My car won’t start. It won’t even turn over. So I’m home with the kids again. And we have a frozen pipe in my daughter’s bedroom. I won’t go into all the details, but I have a space heater going in that room and it seems to be helping. Not exactly what I want to deal with today.
All of this “life crap” doesn’t help my food choices. It makes me want to turn to comfort food, which isn’t usually healthy. And I’ve been giving in. More than I care to admit. It’s a good thing we don’t have any pasta in the house, because a big bowl of buttered noodles sounds delicious right now.
I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately. Being fat is painful. It’s painful inside and out. I’m sick of the pain! I know losing weight has pains of it’s own, but I prefer the pain of sore muscles to the current pain I’m in. Last night I remembered how great I felt at my lowest weight…I felt strong and healthy. I felt beautiful. Inside and out. I want that feeling back and I will fight to get it.
If I can start my day with exercise, I know I will feel good and it will help me to stay on track with my eating. I won’t always be successful, but it will help. So I decided I just have to get up in the morning to do some kind of exercise. I almost got up this morning. Then I didn’t. I will try again tomorrow. I will keep trying until I succeed.
I will succeed. I choose the pain of losing weight.