This week I worked with Randy twice, took pictures and am waiting on him to send me my results (we still have to measure). Weight is holding it’s own – that means, I’ve lost inches but not pounds. At first, that’s disconcerting. All this work and the weight insists on not moving (notice how I speak about my weight as if it is it’s own person)!
But then I came to a realization (epiphany moment). I’m all one person and I’m moving forward. Some days will be slower than others, but I’m moving. My weight is part of me and the object is to continue to treat myself with love and not hate. I’m pretty freeking spectacular you know! I come as a total package – not just my brain or my heart, but all of me. Who I am is who I say I am – and if I believe it, that’s enough.
I was having a glass of wine and a great discussion with a friend about returning to the dating scene again. It’s been 26 years since I’ve dated and I was worried about varicose veins, thinning hair, body fat and such. She said “Oh honey, no body pays attention to that anymore. We just want to be loved.” Wise words indeed.
Saturday was a wonderful spring day and I was at my mom’s house. Her four great grandchildren were all over. They range in age between 3 and 9 and it was way too nice for them to be cooped up inside. So Aunt Deby (me) took them out into the yard for an adventure. We hunted birds, found seeds in dead plants and reburied them, dug up dirt, ran races and had a great two hours of fun with our imaginations outside. Not only was it good for them, it was good for me! I used my brain and my muscles. I played. I breathed deeply and laughed loudly. What great exercise we had!
Next week I’ll return with statistics and links to cool stuff and talk about eating and exercise. This week I urge you to think about yourself with love and realize you are perfect just as you are right now.
I am enjoying your Sunday updates so much! And this morning I went looking for it. Sounds like a perfect Saturday.
Very glad your program is seeing inches disappear; I should try again and not get on the scale. Most of my programs are quit from the frustration of seeing the weight go up when I start working out.
Every family needs a Aunty Deby!
PS: you know Mr. Bruce and I met online. He was 62, I was 55. Dating can be fun second time around, wink, wink!
Thanks ladies! Jonya … Burn that damn thing! Linda …really? Story please!