I’ve been doing this blogging thing for a long time, and I stay connected through social media. I constantly see motivational quotes plastered all over photos of women who are cut and airbrushed, making generalizations and promises even though they’ve never spent a day in my shoes.
I think it’s amazing when someone loses a substantial amount of weight, and I think it’s even more amazing when they keep off the weight that they lose for more than a year or two. It’s hard….really hard. I am constantly proud of myself even though I’d be a lot more pleased with myself if I could get back into a weight-loss groove and stay there. Though I’m nowhere near my numbers goal, I’ve learned a few things throughout this process.
Whoever you are, wherever you are on your journey…there will always be room for improvement. I think it’s important to reflect on where we want to go, but it’s equally important to appreciate ourselves where we are. (Seriously, Kenlie? Yep!) If we never stop to appreciate everything that we do have, we’ll never be content, no matter how much we receive.
My body is *not* where it should be according to society, my doctor, Weight Watchers, etc. I need to weigh less if I want to be considered healthy and beautiful. I get it. At the same time, I find it difficult to hate myself because, in my mind, I’ve come so far. I love myself, and even though I’d like to wear a smaller size, I think it’s important to appreciate who I am and what I have right now.
I spend a lot of time being thankful for my life and the changes that have made it wonderful. I thank GOD constantly for my family, my little home, my friends, my church, my travels, my things – all of it, but I don’t know if I’ve ever been as thankful for my body as I am today.
It’s easy to whine about why it’s so hard to lose the next hundred pounds. I don’t want to have surgery, and even if I did, it’s not a realistic option for me. Sometimes I don’t feel like exercising, and I rarely ever feel like restricting my food intake enough to lose weight. Losing 250 pounds is tough, but I still don’t quite believe that it’s impossible.
Even though the weight I’ve lost feels like part of my past, I’m choosing to be thankful for my body today. My blood pressure and cholesterol are normal, my heart is strong and healthy…My legs allow me to walk up hundreds of steps, and they carry me everywhere that I need to go. My smile is sincere and bright, and I typically feel good about my eyes, lips, skin and finger nails.
I know a lot of people (who are much smaller than I am) who live with chronic pain and sickness, and I do not. I’m blessed that my body is strong enough to do what I need it to do. I remember what it was like to feel such intense pain in my feet that I struggles to walk, and I’m constantly thankful that I no longer feel that way.
I am more aware than anyone that there’s plenty of work to be done in order to be the best version of myself, but I’m also keenly aware of how lucky I am. I’m not a size zero, but I’m happy and capable of change. I’m strong, independent and active, and I’m thankful for who I am today – extra weight and all.