As if weight gain, sleep apnea and loss of fluid movement weren’t enough to make me wake up and smell the coffee and become motivated about my weight loss, little reminders have been popping up everywhere lately.
Aside from the hypothyroidism and breakouts (currently looking for a good blackhead treatment.), I found out that I am anemic. Boy oh boy. When I found this out today, I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream at myself and shake my fists and run around every block imaginable until I passed out from exhaustion. After all… who is to blame for this? Me. My body is protesting y’all.
So… I sat down and took inventory of life as I know it right now… and life as I knew it 5 or 6 months ago. I know that I have changed. I know that my attitude has changed. But why? I don’t look at medical conditions a viable excuse for me. Because, I have to work around that. I can’t just let that be my personal truth and give up. Know what I mean?
And then… I watched The Biggest Loser. Elizabeth from the black team had a revelation this week. And the revelation was surviving versus thriving. She pointed out that her whole life had been about surviving. She survived abusive relationships, overbearing parents and siblings and always feeling sheltered. She said that she fought everyday to survive. Jillian pointed out that surviving was not fighting; thriving is fighting. (man, I heart Jillian! She kicks so much ass!)
And I recognized in that moment that “surviving” is exactly what I had been doing myself. I wasn’t fighting. I did just enough to get through each day. I know… that doing “just enough” was not enough / is not enough.
(note: I lost 5 pounds this week. I think the medicine is working! WOOHOO!
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