My son brought home this little poem yesterday:

Watch your THOUGHTS; they become your WORDS.

Watch your WORDS; they become your ACTIONS.

Watch your ACTIONS; they become your HABITS.

Watch your HABITS; they become your CHARACTER.

Watch your CHARACTER; it becomes your DESTINY!

What do you think?  Can you apply this poem to your life or weight loss journey?

I am not a victim.

Regardless of the many reasons “why” I eat, the choice has always been mine.  No one is holding a gun to my head making me go through drive thru to grab that high-calorie sandwich and fries I simply *must have*.  No one has threatened to hurt my family if I don’t eat a big dish of ice cream at night.  The food police have not blocked off the perimeter of any of the grocery stores I visit, thereby leaving me no other choice but to grab potato chips, pop and processed meals.  These things simply did not and have never happened.

I am taking responsibility for my actions.  I am taking a look in the mirror and point the finger where it needs to be pointed.  I did this to me.  I hurt myself for a long time.

Enough is enough.

I am choosing to take care of myself.  I believe that being in good health means being on a path of well-being spiritually, physically and mentally.

I am choosing to be proactive and not reactive.

I am choosing to DO and not just to SAY.

.. wore maternity dresses or maternity clothes. It was hard for me to go shopping for normal clothes, especially after my very last pregnancy. Eventually, I adjusted to my new size and bought normal clothes. Still, I was sad because for me — it felt like the end of an era (having kids) and the beginning of a new and uncertain era. One where I couldn’t blame my size on pregnancy.

I hated having to shop for clothes. Until I got used to it and then I didn’t mind. As my weight increased however, I found that I had less choices in the stores and was shoved to the online corner. I really preferred to shop alone. My thinner friends had endless choices, while I just watched. It was one of those humiliating moments where I couldn’t help but compare myself to others. Their bodies compared to mine.

Why did I put myself through that?

Have you ever had a humiliating moment relating to your weight?