My cat is on the kitchen counter frantically rubbing her furry body on the celery I just unpacked from my grocery trip. She definitely loves celery more than I do. [And yes, she walks all over my counter like she is a runaway model or something - resistance is futile...]
I have been so busy at work [totally working the full 8 hours - sigh]. So when I get home, my nights consist of watering my garden so it survives these 102 degree days and noting my cats inappropriate behavior with vegetables.
This leaves little energy or desire to obsess about my month-old plateau.
Honestly, I have thought so little about it - that I don't really have anything to say. If there was something to change I would, but my non-plan is working [eat better, exercise more, even though I am bored with it in the hot weather, suck in a gallon of water a day, and change the non-plan when I feel like it - because I say so].
And maybe the plateau is meant to remind me that this journey is about developing a full life, not waiting for weigh-ins just to be validated by the scale.
Life is now. Not when when the scale says so.
So I am not gonna launch a full-on exercise war at the gym [60 minutes in the morning when I am still unconscious/unable to rebel and I am done]. As far as nutrition, I consider having celery in my home actual progress since it is kinda gross unless I put it in food that actually tastes good.
And I am gonna keep my scale in the closet under mountains of toilet paper [that I keep buying on sale] because there is nothing more boring than tracking the same 2 pounds coming and going.
To me, there are numbers that just matter more today
I mean right now - 8.5 months into battle
That I could never claim before.
56 pounds gone since I started in January.
34 pounds away from goal.
4 pounds away from my 60 pound award.
Size 10 anything on my luscious, curvaceous body.
Size 9 feet [my feet lost weight by one shoe size - I totally wish I knew that was a "thing" before my summer sandal frenzy].
.7 pounds away from a healthy Bacon Mayo Index ;)
And more importantly,
Zero time feeling alone on this journey.
I am not alone.
Zero time hating my vuluptous, curvy, fiercely luscious body.
I am already beautiful.
Zero time lying awake at night wishing I were dead or that I was somebody else because I felt trapped and hopeless in my body.
I am not trapped or hopeless.
Zero time thinking no one could every love me.
I am loved.
Zero time wondering if I will ever win this battle.
I have already won.
And one day closer to a goal that seemed inconceivable 8 and a half short months ago.
When I started this journey in January, I emailed myself a reminder every day saying things like "Hey gorgeous" or "You are beautiful" or "I love you." I sent those emails for months until I started to believe that I am worthy of the life I want. I don't need them anymore.
Now, I do believe and I know that I am worth the wait. Any wait. As long as it takes.
Any time I spend waiting is time I can use to remember just how far I've come...
It is time well-spent.
Besides, waiting isn’t so bad when you love the company.
Armed and amorous.