I don’t look like this anymore. And that amazes me. The spirit is still there, probably even more present as my body changes and I find I can do more things now.
I am, at last count, 50 pounds lighter. That astounds me to say. FIFTY pounds. Me. I did this. I asked for a healthier body and I am doing the work required to get one.
There are small events which come as a complete revelation to me. I often ask the question, “Who am I?” But maybe the question should be, “Who am I now?”
Last weekend, I drove my poor battered Car to Menlo Park for a Penzeys run. Their coupons are fabulous, it’s hard to resist. I’m continuing to explore spices and blends, so my swag included a ground brown mustard seed, Bavarian Style Seasoning and Berbere Seasoning Blend – which I was warned would be extremely spicy since its first ingredient is Cayenne pepper.
My point in bringing up Menlo Park is I did a thing which still astonishes me. I walked. Parked a couple of blocks away – not by choice – and walked to Penzeys. Then, I walked a couple of blocks more and discovered TJs. And then … then, I walked those blocks back to my car in time to see the community Hallowe’en parade filled with families dressed in costume following the marching band.
I walked past restaurants, two of which had been old haunts when I worked in Menlo Park. I walked past them. At no time was I tempted to stop and get something to eat. It is amazing to me that I willingly walked, and felt really good about it, and didn’t stop at any number of places to have a nice meal. Because, I don’t treat myself with food any more – most of the time.
And that’s another thing which I’m still trying to get used to. Emotions. Or rather, feeling my emotions without compensating with food. And these past two weeks presented me with ample opportunity to use food. In all reality, since I’m an addict, every day gives me a choice to use to get through. And every day, for almost seven months I have chosen not to.
It isn’t easy. A friend told me when Car and I had our accident, he was surprised to find me eating the food out of my refrigerator, instead of sitting on the floor gnawing on the bones of a pizza. If there was ever a time for comfort, bashing up Car and worrying about saving money for the new one would have been it. But I didn’t. And I’m amazed it almost didn’t occur to me.
This journey isn’t easy for other reasons, including I am tired. Exhausted. Haven’t had a day to just screw around in for seven months. I made this choice fully aware it was going to be tough. And every time I am tempted to just skip prep for a day, I think about my options. And I remember that even though I would rather curl up with a good book for a long afternoon, if I don’t prep I don’t have anything healthy to eat for the week. And I’m not about to go that route. So tired, and often cranky it is. And the results make me happy.
My body moves better. I walk faster and keep up with people. A walk around the block no longer intimidates me. I’m a long way from a walk sounding like fun, but I do it because I can feel the effects. The lack of lower back pain nearly overwhelms me. After years of chronic back pain and bi-weekly visits to the chiropractor, I can now go once a month for a tune-up. Because I eat healthier and my body is changing. I like that. I like it a lot.