Why does it seem to hurt more when family and so called friends make little digs about your weight? My brother in law made a comment that really hurt me. It was not a really bad comment and in the moment I laughed it off. I thought we where past the outward appearances. My mom and I are hardly speaking because every single time we talk, she always is telling me what I need to do to lose this weight. I know she is trying to be helpful, but she does it in a hurtful way. As I started to write this I had to get up and walk away from my desk. I felt the tears coming on. I had to get a big glass of water to stop that voice in my head that tells me a pizza will stop the hurt. Part of me thinks none of us chose to be overweight, and part me thinks, we choose to do nothing to stop it from happening, so in a sense we choose. I have and still continue to beat my self up over it. I have blamed everyone from my jerk of a husband to my grandparents. Not to mention, Ronald McDonald, that creepy Burger King and that talking taco Bell dog. Damn you, Colonel Sanders and that darn Popeye too! (As I yell and shake my fist in the air.) I need the motivation to get out and walk. Before I got transferred to Arkansas from Kentucky I walked every single days for hours. I walked everywhere, but since I have been here I can’t seem to find the get up and go that I once had. I find myself making really weird excuses. I laugh when I tell myself that I don’t have time. I have tons of time. It’s too cold, put on a coat. it’s too hot, do it in the morning, or in the evening. I can come up with an excuse. The neighbor is a pervert and I don’t want him to stop and talk to me. ( that’s a great story, I’ll tell you all later.) I need to really think about what is stopping me, why I keep putting up road blocks. I am aware that I am doing it. Why do I keep doing this? Does anyone else do it? I am totally committed to getting myself healthy. I honestly want and need to get some of this weight off me. I just cant figure out why I am hesitant about walking. I have an I pod with some killer jams on it, I bought new shoes. I just cant get out the door!
I did do my little dance DVD, I got farther, about 4 minutes before I cussed her! Ok I have ranted enough. Yes, this is my therapy!
OK OK I am going, I have to go to the bathroom, change my shoe and get my I pod. Yes I promise I am going to walk. Only because I know I am worth it.