Scaled

My second baby (and my last baby) was born 6 years, 3 months and 9 days ago.  Three months after she was born I stepped on the scale and was horrified.  I gasped.  I cried.  I admitted defeat.

Although, I had just had a baby.

The baby weighed six and half pounds.

Okaaay.  I know.  Thank you.

Just sayin....

I put my mind to it and in just over two months I lost 30 pounds.  I was still at least 25 pounds overweight.  Maybe even 35, but I remember specifically when I stepped on the scale and saw that.  Down 30 pounds.

I was getting ready to go to Prince Charming's cousin's wedding.  I put on my black slacks, a slinky black top and a flowy black pashmina.  My high heeled shoes had sparkles on them and I thought I looked awesome.

Svelte and beautiful.

This morning, today, like...five hours ago...I got out of bed and looked at myself in the mirror.  Pudge and rolls and back fat.  I stepped on the scale and was horrified.  I gasped.  I cried.  I admitted defeat.

And I weighed the same as I had on that day when I went to Prince Charming's cousin's wedding.

My point, friends, is that attitude and perspective are everything.

Keep yours positive and healthy and loving and beautiful.


My wonderful friend, Lori, recently wrote the greatest thing I'd read in a long time:

In an effort to be more positive, I am currently embracing the extra 10 lbs I'm holding on to. They didn't magically appear, but showed up over time. They are not out to get me, but rather enjoy being with me. I plan to let them stay for a bit until they completely wear out their welcome. During their visit I will not encourage them to stay or multiply by feeding them extra calories. I will nudge them along their way by engaging in as much exercise as my current back issues allow. My ultimate hope is they will get bored of healthy eating and exercise and leave on their own. If not, I will have to be more direct about sending them on their way.

I think I'll put that on a sticky note so I don't ever forget it.

Because I know that tomorrow morning, I'm going to wake up and look at myself in the mirror and it's going to start all over again....

http://operationbeautiful.com/