During a war the wisdom of a military's leaders, the perseverance of the troops, and luck all play into who comes out victorious at the end of each battle. The battle of the bulge is no different. Each day is a battle, and each one is fought against ourselves.
In the beginning, I was pretty even kiltered. I won some and I lost some. Recently, I have lost more than I have won. In order to change the outcome I need to restrategize. The wisdom I have. Eating healthy and within a certain given calorie intake is a must. Exercising vigorously at least 20 minutes everyday is a must. Knowing is half the battle. Right? Wrong. Knowing is simply preparing for the battle. The battle begins when the decision is made to get up and do something about my weight.
For the last couple of weeks I haven't even bothered. I've simply ignored my body's protests to being so heavy. Now, I need to make the first steps back into getting healthy. Every night I worry I'll die of a heart attack in my sleep and my kids will wake up to a dead mommy. That is my worst fear. To conquer it I need to wage war with myself. I need to be the woman I know I can. So...the strategy...I don't have one yet, but I'm working on it. I'll let you know once I have any idea how to lose the weight. What I've done so far obviously hasn't worked, so I need something else. Hmmm...any ideas?
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