…surprisingly have not turned to food yet. Usually food is all I can think of and then later after I am surrounded by crumpled empty bakery bags, I feel calmer and saner.
There is no plan except to fight. To earn a fighting spirit somehow. Everytime I think about my weight, I quite literally do some jumping jacks. I know it is silly but it is just a reminder to me that I am learning to fight…tooth and nail, whatever it takes.
AND maybe this was not the case earlier, but it is clearly so for me now. I am not necessarily motivated so much specifically about weight loss but character. I want change somewhere somehow and I am picking this beast for a number of reasons. It is my path of growth quite simply.
I am going to crawl on my elbows through this thing and I am going to arrive on the other side triumphant.