Where do I begin? There have been so many amazing changes in my life that It would take a while to tell it all. I think that for the sake of my fingers and your eyes I’ll give you the shortened version. I’m married now! Yup, little..uh…big…um…me is married now. My new husband is none other than the one I’ve mentioned in posts past (we are not doing a flashback here, you’ll just have to catch up). We had an amazing wedding, spectacular honeymoon, and things are off to a beautiful start here at home. And now for the update…I’ve gained 11 pounds in the past two weeks. I already see the stares of confusion. Yes, I’m happy and things are better than ever, so why am I choosing to focus on my weight yet again. Here’s the deal, my weight is a lot more than a number on a scale. It’s how I feel, what I’m thinking, what’s wrong, what’s right, etc. That three digit number on the scale says a lot more about what I feel inside than any look on my face, and that’s saying a lot since my face never hides my feelings.
That whopping 11 pounds is exposing my frustration with myself. I have no idea who I am. I feel like I am having a full blown identity crisis, but the crazy part is that I know exactly who I want to be. How the heck do I get to be her? I want to be…. what I mean is, I want to….see I have no idea! All I know is that I want to be happy, I want my children and husband happy, I want to financially sound, and I want to do it on my terms. I feel like I just threw a tantrum while writing that. I want to sit and sip my coffee in the morning while looking out of the window and going over the day’s schedule which doesn’t require me to go to work for someone else. I want to be my own employer, boss, CEO, and empire. I want all of that and I want to be able to attend parent conferences and work PTA events. I want it all, and 11 pounds tells the tale of my frustration with feeling like I’m dreaming of the impossible. How? It symbolizes me just letting life happen instead of taking things into my own hands and molding them the way I’d like to see them. Sure I was on my honeymoon, but there was a gym and there were healthier food options at every meal. I wanted to feel it. I wanted to indulge and let life take me where it would, and now it has done just that. It has taken me back up the weight loss road I had been sprinting, crawling, walking, and then finally gliding down. I felt so beautiful and confident just three weeks ago. Three weeks ago I felt like I could do anything I put my mind to. In that short time, I’ve retreated to feeling and treating myself like I need to take what I can get. Foolishness I tell you!
There is a real link between food, the body, the mind, and spirit. When we eat better we feel better and then we treat ourselves better. Our thoughts become clearer and our drive increases. Armed with this type of monumental knowledge, I decided today to start over and begin to work my way back down that mountain. I have delighted in playing chance with my life over the past few weeks and now I want to be deliberate. I want to determine where I end up, who I will be, and how I will get there. The road is not clear but at least today I see my way to it. I keep giving myself little pep talks every few minutes. I keep telling myself I can do and that I’m worth it. Most of all, I keep reminding myself of how far I’ve come already and that a little over a year ago I never saw myself at this point. You know now that I think of it I may not be having an identity crisis at all. The real issue is that I know EXACTLY who I want to be, what I want, and how I want it and now comes the work. Well here goes nothing…it begins.