Struggling a bit today. Feeling overwhelmed by the fact I am back to my heaviest (on record) and have needed to buy a new wardrobe. It's been true for several weeks, but it is just hitting hard today. Hard to not feel a failure. Hard to love myself in spite of my imperfections. Hard to convince myself I am worthy.
These mind games are really putting a twist on me.
Therefore:
I acknowledge that these feelings exist and I declare that they have served their purpose: they have informed me that something is wrong; there is an imbalance in my life. I accept this, and I forgive myself for wallowing. I am so worth it and I will never be perfect. And I do love myself.
Even so, I am not too proud to say I could a couple of attaboys.
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You sir deserve an attaboy for coming to this point where you have reconciled with your feelings, understand where you are, and stand on the verge of commitment to make a better you. It doesn't matter if you have been here before; here you stand now, on the verge. Ready to take the next step? You are worthy, we all are (except maybe Green Bay Packer fans); step onward...
ReplyDeleteIf there isn't a band called the Attaboys, there should be. I'm rooting for you.
ReplyDeleteI was disheartened to step on the scale this morning and see a weight gain, despite all the hard work, calorie counting, etc. I know that scale measurements fluctuate, but it's still maddening.
You know what? It's ALL part of the process...the ups, the downs. All of it. Attaboy Mr. Clydesdale!
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