So, I have something to admit to you guys.
I just read my WLW post over again, and I think it's pretty obvious my heart wasn't in it this week.
And it wasn't, because I had a little emotional blip. I stuck with eating healthy and working out, but I got really down on myself.
Someone on Facebook who I am acquaintances with posted that she has lost 35 lbs since January. I cried. I legitimacy CRIED. I felt this pang of jealousy, bitterness, anger. She's lost 35 lbs in two months, and I've lost 45 in 9. I felt like a failure. It was a horrible feeling and I didn't tell anyone about it.
I am not a failure, and I cannot compare myself to others or their progress. My progress is my own progress and I should be proud and celebrate each accomplishment that I make.
At first, when I read her post, I was really tempted to give up. Those nasty, doubtful voices crept into my head and told me I was never going to make my goal.
But that's silly, and negativity is not going to get me anywhere. So I told those voices to shut up.
I'm nervous about working out since I am sick and last time I threw myself into bronchitis, so I AM taking it easy and I know I may not get to my 50 lb goal as soon as I wanted, but I am NOT giving up. This is my life now- this is me. I am not going to let anything get in my way.
I feel so much better now that I have let all of this out. It was a rough week, friends. But those voices have been pushed aside, and I have welcomed positive thoughts and gratitude back in.
I am going to do this. No matter how long it takes.
Don't give up on me. I haven't. And I won't.