How am I yanking my butt out of the Debbie-downer funk I've been in? By making the choice to actively participate in my own healing. No one is going to do it for me - I've always known that. But I'm finally ready to shift my body and brain out of second gear and really open her up.
This week, I've been making a lot of art. (I'll show you what I've been up to in a few days.) I've been drinking lots of water (and wine). And I've been knocking myself out at boot camp, which while exhausting in the moment, is ultimately very energizing - like a defibrillator, shocking my system back into action.
Last night, I attended a talk at Positively Fit Lake Highlands centered around nutrition and eating whole foods. It was a lovely reminder to cut back on the poisonous chemical laden crap that is readily available at every grocery store, restaurant and vending machine in America. Again, I know all this to be true, its just nice to hear it again. It's as if we sometimes need a quiet voice to come along and say, "Yeah, so that thing you know to be true.... it's still true."
Art, water, exercise, clean food, supportive husband - I've got everything I'll ever need. As one of my readers pointed out last week, "This is your new life. Maintenance is about the long haul." She's right: weight maintenance is not nearly as flashy or exciting as weight loss. Sometimes I'll be up and sometimes I'll be down. But I'll never be what I once was and therein lies my success.