Goal Weight: 145 lbs
Last week's weight: 143.2 lbs
Today's Weight: 141.8 lbs
The mental journey of changing from a fatty to a non-fatty takes WAY MORE TIME than I ever thought it would take.
The physical appearance may change.
Even today at almost four years post-op, the mental stuff always keeps me guessing.
For me, my "fat brain" occasionally takes over.
My "fat brain" will make me say something that makes me stop and think.
Let me set the scene for you...
The other night we were driving around in a parking structure downtown looking for a parking space.
We were cruising the 2nd level of the garage when I announced OUT LOUD: "Where are the elevators? We should park near the elevators."
Yep, Fat Brain alert!
My brain was saying: I still think that I need to park near the elevator so that I can ride that elevator down one level.
Me, who does sit-ups, push-ups, jumping jacks, and planks every damn day thinks that she needs an elevator to go down one level.
I hope that my Fat Brain is always there to remind me of what it was like to be fat.
Because for me, the remembering of what it was like to having pains in my knees, back, and feet so that I HAD to ride the elevator is what keeps me focused each and every day.
Last week's weight: 143.2 lbs
Today's Weight: 141.8 lbs
The physical appearance may change.
Even today at almost four years post-op, the mental stuff always keeps me guessing.
For me, my "fat brain" occasionally takes over.
My "fat brain" will make me say something that makes me stop and think.
Let me set the scene for you...
The other night we were driving around in a parking structure downtown looking for a parking space.
We were cruising the 2nd level of the garage when I announced OUT LOUD: "Where are the elevators? We should park near the elevators."
Yep, Fat Brain alert!
My brain was saying: I still think that I need to park near the elevator so that I can ride that elevator down one level.
Me, who does sit-ups, push-ups, jumping jacks, and planks every damn day thinks that she needs an elevator to go down one level.
I hope that my Fat Brain is always there to remind me of what it was like to be fat.
Because for me, the remembering of what it was like to having pains in my knees, back, and feet so that I HAD to ride the elevator is what keeps me focused each and every day.
OMG! I am so glad I am not the only one who catching myself exhibiting fat girl behavior every so often! But, I like your spin on it....it's good to be reminded what it was like to live that way 24/7!
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Judi
Agree 100% :)
ReplyDeleteThe other day when I got my fill ... we were also tooling around a parking lot and I kept thinking... get closer woman (to my mom) ... but she chose a spot far far far away from the door. At first I was like, WTF??? Once we got out, I was like, I can do this. I did and it felt great. And something like that happened the other day at work. I work on the 2nd floor. I punched in at work ...and walked all the way around the first floor to the elevator and it was locked in the basement... I complained to the cleaning lady and in a huff, walked up the two flights of steps with great ease and without the hand rail. My old self would have been huffing and puffing and sweating.
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