Dainty
Hello,
Be forewarned that this blog may be subtitled, "rantings of a madwoman." I am working on my second week of my diet and I think I have had an evening. I was leaning over to tie my shoes of all things. I still have good legs!--if you don't mind me blowing my own horn. Understand, it has been a long time since I looked at myself and saw something I liked. I gained forty pounds with the birth of my daughter eighteen years ago. At first I thought I would lose it but time went by and the weight stayed. I thought to myself, "this is the price of motherhood". Evidence supported my belief. All around me there were plenty of other overweight mothers. Once in a while a skinny one came along but she was the exception, not the rule. I was tired and I never felt good. I got to the point I didn't see myself as attractive although DH never said anything negative and I didn't spend any less time between the sheets.
Ten days into this diet I feel so much better I can't believe I ever let myself eat the way I was eating. It is still hard. I have a kid who is trying to wheedle junk food constantly--but it got easier. I caught a glimpse of myself as I would be if I weighed 140 pounds. I saw someone who wasn't a beauty queen but a healthy lady. I see someone with a trim figure and an attractive face. She was wearing a skirt and blouse and a little make up. You may not believe this but I want to be dainty. Now that I have you chuckling, I have to tell you it is the best word for what I want. I've never been dainty, feminine, petite, or delicate in any way. In my youth I had the distinction of chining myself from a bar more than any other girl in my school. I beat most of the boys. Now, I'm still kind of proud of that and have even started with small weights but I still want to look in the mirror and see a dainty lady looking back at me. I think it has to do with more than weight. When I was young I counted on my strength to protect myself. Now I am willing to let my husband be my protector. Not that I'm willing to be helpless but I am willing to let myself be dainty. I'd like to go out (the 140 pound version) in that outfit and heels so high DH has to take my elbow to help me with steps.
I know that image in my mind is very important to me. It is the idea of what I would be at the weight God intended me to be. I still wouldn't grace any magazines and wouldn't want to. I would just be the best Debbie I could be. I need to keep that image and never let it go. I'm sure there will be times when my determination will wane and I will want pizza, chocolate and ice-cream. I need to picture that woman my mind again. Last week I was a fat chick. This week I am a delicate chick trapped in a fat body. I'm breaking out.
I'm sure that if you look at yourself you'll find something about yourself you consider attractive. Maybe you consider all of your body attractive or maybe, like me, you only see some small part. Build on that, see yourself the best you possible. See yourself in the body God wanted you to have. Know that it can happen. Not because I did it (I haven't yet but I'm on the way) but because nothing is impossible with Him. Hold that thought in your mind when all else makes you want to run to the fridge. Know that He loves us and wants the best for us in this world as well as the next.
bye for now
Debbie
Be forewarned that this blog may be subtitled, "rantings of a madwoman." I am working on my second week of my diet and I think I have had an evening. I was leaning over to tie my shoes of all things. I still have good legs!--if you don't mind me blowing my own horn. Understand, it has been a long time since I looked at myself and saw something I liked. I gained forty pounds with the birth of my daughter eighteen years ago. At first I thought I would lose it but time went by and the weight stayed. I thought to myself, "this is the price of motherhood". Evidence supported my belief. All around me there were plenty of other overweight mothers. Once in a while a skinny one came along but she was the exception, not the rule. I was tired and I never felt good. I got to the point I didn't see myself as attractive although DH never said anything negative and I didn't spend any less time between the sheets.
Ten days into this diet I feel so much better I can't believe I ever let myself eat the way I was eating. It is still hard. I have a kid who is trying to wheedle junk food constantly--but it got easier. I caught a glimpse of myself as I would be if I weighed 140 pounds. I saw someone who wasn't a beauty queen but a healthy lady. I see someone with a trim figure and an attractive face. She was wearing a skirt and blouse and a little make up. You may not believe this but I want to be dainty. Now that I have you chuckling, I have to tell you it is the best word for what I want. I've never been dainty, feminine, petite, or delicate in any way. In my youth I had the distinction of chining myself from a bar more than any other girl in my school. I beat most of the boys. Now, I'm still kind of proud of that and have even started with small weights but I still want to look in the mirror and see a dainty lady looking back at me. I think it has to do with more than weight. When I was young I counted on my strength to protect myself. Now I am willing to let my husband be my protector. Not that I'm willing to be helpless but I am willing to let myself be dainty. I'd like to go out (the 140 pound version) in that outfit and heels so high DH has to take my elbow to help me with steps.
I know that image in my mind is very important to me. It is the idea of what I would be at the weight God intended me to be. I still wouldn't grace any magazines and wouldn't want to. I would just be the best Debbie I could be. I need to keep that image and never let it go. I'm sure there will be times when my determination will wane and I will want pizza, chocolate and ice-cream. I need to picture that woman my mind again. Last week I was a fat chick. This week I am a delicate chick trapped in a fat body. I'm breaking out.
I'm sure that if you look at yourself you'll find something about yourself you consider attractive. Maybe you consider all of your body attractive or maybe, like me, you only see some small part. Build on that, see yourself the best you possible. See yourself in the body God wanted you to have. Know that it can happen. Not because I did it (I haven't yet but I'm on the way) but because nothing is impossible with Him. Hold that thought in your mind when all else makes you want to run to the fridge. Know that He loves us and wants the best for us in this world as well as the next.
bye for now
Debbie
that's right! You go girl!
THats all you need to make this work, your confidence in yourself.
thinking of you, Julie
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Thanks a Million
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Way to go! I am getting "motivation" from my husband, too. Its only been a couple of days, but its better motivation than I've ever had before! You can do it!!
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As can you!
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I've been trying for years too. I even suceeded once, only to have it pile back on. ( Can't blame a child!!) Now I stay to 1200 calories a day. I don't loose anything, but at least I'm not gaining either.
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Why don't you try something different. Increase your calorie intake to about 1500 and increase your exercise so you are burning 300 calories. I don't think you are eating enough and your body is going into starvation mode. Just don't add 300 calories of junk. I seem to be having luck with this. I also vary my calories between 1200 and 1800 with the idea of not going into starvation mode. I have been walking for exercise. It requires little skill and is cheap. I also have been writing down what I eat. I think most people distort what they eat in their minds. Most, including myself, believe we eat less than we do but some believe they eat more than they do. Writing it down and being very honest allows me to look at what I am really dealing with. Give it a try, I know it can work!
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