In three months of living my best life (and to clarify, I'm not actually following the whole Bob Greene plan; I just like telling people I'm living mybestlife.com), I've dropped 15 pounds.
From 160 to 145.
Here's visual proof that showcase no gratuitous pictures of my ass:
Look how not happy I am in Exhibit A. (And whether or not you think I look much different isn't as critical as the fact that today, I look less like someone inflated my head with a bicycle tire pump). But in that first picture, I think I realized I had a choice to go one way or another, and I wasn't happy about it, because it was going to mean making changes. And I really don't like change when it means I can't eat everything in sight. Or at least smoke it.
But here's what I am learning: it is all about choices. But…and here's the big caveat… choices are great, when you truly HAVE them to make, but it all depends on the following statement that I have come to believe as the Truth:
Some days, you do not have the tools to make the right choices.
So for me, it's not so much about freedom of choice; it's whether or not I wake up with the tools. And no…not those kinds of tools!
Here's an example: I have gone through the weight loss cycle before, and then all of a sudden, I can't not eat that entire bag of Lay's potato chips. Because the tool known as Restraint is no where to be found in my mental shed. Follow?
So for three months, for reasons unknown to me, I have had the tools, and therefore, able to make the choices that will result in my desired outcome: less thigh chafing, smaller tush size and a spike in my "hey, I look pretty good!" meter.
But here's the rub: I feel like I am balancing on a very thin and sharp edge, and in one hand is my tool bag, and in the other hand, are 25 mini white kaiser rolls. And truthfully, I never know from day to day which one will come out on top.
But still, every day, I wake up, throw on my tennis shoes, hop on that treadmill, record my daily points, and keep my fingers crossed that I'll make it to bedtime without misplacing my better judgment along the way.
And if you think my train of thought on all of this might suggest I have some larger issues at work, remember: you are correct. But anyone with a 6th grade reading level who's glanced at this blog once or twice could tell you that.
I just wanted to celebrate today, because I'm feeling good. And I'm feeling cute. And that doesn't happen every day, because I'm a woman who doesn't have it all figured out.
But apparently, for today, my tool belt is still strapped firmly to my slightly narrower hips.