As I've stated before, my particular journey is about health. Weight loss is just one wonderful part of that. I feel great. No more heartburn. No more drag assing at 3 in the afternoon. No more tummy issues. And no more feeling tired before I even got out of bed. My thyroid medication and my hormones are doing their jobs. My supplements are doing their jobs. And my food choices seem to be doing their job.
The scale is slowly but surely ticking down, down, down and it's nice to see. Just yesterday, I was able to wear a blazer at work that I hadn't comfortably worn in about 6 months. It was still in my work closet, thank goodness because my arms were freezing yesterday, where I'd hung it in the winter when it was so snug on my arms, I considered getting rid of it.
Check out how cute it is! It's like shopping for new clothes without spending any money.
Okay it's a little rumpled but give me a break, it was in the closet for months. Also, it's a bathroom selfie, something I promised myself I would never do. All in the name of the full disclosure I promised you from the embarrassing start!
My mini-victory got me to thinking, why are we so hard on ourselves when it comes to a fitness or health journey? If I say "It's only 9 pounds", then I'm totally setting myself up for failure with a defeatist attitude. The journey has to start somewhere. And not only that, if I walked into the grocery store and lifted a 10 pound bag of potatoes, I guarantee I'd think that was a lot. 9 pounds in 17 days is NOT TOO SHABBY. I allow myself to scream it from the rooftops and be proud!
I declare publicly, today, this very moment, to own my victories, all of them no matter how big or small. Own them, celebrate them, and share them. Today I will share that I ran 2 minutes longer than Monday. Not only did I not die, I felt great afterward. Ready to take today by the horns.
Don't wait another day. Start with a small victory if you need, just start!
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