Once, when my son was five or six, we were reading Mother Goose together. We jumped happily from rhyme to rhyme, until we came to the "Jack Sprat" rhyme. My son, in his innocence, looked at the picture of the wife and said, "Mommy, she looks like you!" My heart fell to my stomach, I swear.
I decided that I didn't want to look like the fat wife in the nursery rhyme. And thus began my three year journey to lose weight. I have to say, this is a long and tedious journey. I'm far from where I need to be, and I find my motivation ebbs and flows. Gaining weight is so simple, so easy. Open mouth, insert refrigerator. What's most difficult, as an emotional eater, is knowing when I'm hungry and when I'm eating for some feeling. It's so hard to tell! What if I'm hungry but emotional at the same time?
Writing down what I eat is a drag, but then I remember why I want to lose weight. I have those moments, don't we all, where I want to give up. I want to let myself do as I wish. For emotional people like me, that's the worst I can do! I have to find my motivation...I have to lose weight for my health. For my son. For myself.
Spring is here, new life blooms. My motivation blooms as well. I can do this, I remind myself. I can, and I will.
