For the last fourteen years I have struggled to lose weight. I have tried many weight loss programs and for a month or two succeeded in my efforts but could never stick with it. I would become so frustrated with my inability to lose weight, I’d give up then try again. Every time I went up another size, I’d tell myself no more, this is it, I’m not buying a bigger size. I remained on this horrible wheel I could not jump off of. I kept lying to myself. It has been a bad dream. Like the movie Groundhog Day, I go to sleep hoping the next day will be different but it’s the same thing. Why can’t I lose weight? What is it I’m holding on to? Why can’t I shake this and literally get my butt in gear? I thought of many reasons why but this morning, clear as day, I had an epiphany that has put everything into perspective.
Fourteen years ago I had one traumatic experience after another. I mourned the loss of a church family, my business, community/village, brother, income, aunt, house, people I considered friends, my trust in people, my mother, my dreams and overall, my faith. Numerous studies have linked weight gain to emotional eating which comes from emotional baggage. It’s a no-brainer. I knew this but I didn’t know I had so much. As you can see, I carried a lot of baggage. But, I overcame a lot too and the things I lost propelled me back into what I was born to do, who I was to become, how I was suppose to live. My load is lighter and it really is “all good”.
As I mentioned before, I was going down a short hill on a motorcycle. The sciatic nerves in my neck, shoulders, back and legs worsen with weight gain. I want to feel better, be better but until I received this revelation I had given up weight loss hope. Now, I’m on a journey, my road to recovery, to fitness and I’m pretty darn excited about the process. One-day-at-a-time, I’ll blog and vlog until I reach my fitness goal. Pray for me, send positive thoughts and energy my way. Drop me a text of encouragement. I’m open to all that.