At my last weigh in I had a goal of being under two hundred and ten pounds. I would have had to have lost nine pounds, instead I lost only one pound. I was very disappointed, to say the least. In my head I called myself names and told myself I was disgusted with me. It was a harsh experience I wouldn’t impose upon anyone else.
I had slow down before my spiral sped out of control. I needed a reminder that I didn’t spend the last few weeks just sitting on my duff, my exercise routine was interrupted because of my bladder sling surgery. I had to remember that I had been eating a lot of take-out because of my surgery (I didn’t feel up to cooking for a while), and that at least I didn’t gain anything back. It was time to set a new goal for my next weigh-in.
My new goal is to lose at least five pounds over the next few weeks. I set a smaller goal for my weight loss because I am still recovering from my surgery and can’t resume normal exercise for another few weeks. So what happens if I don’t meet my smaller goal? What do I do about my inner mean girl?
My inner mean girl is such a bitch. Nothing she says can ever be trusted. I wish I could just ignore her but it has never worked for me before. No, I need to address her insults and taunts with a little self-compassion. I acknowledge the hint of truth in the insults, I do have a powerful addiction to chocolate so I tend to eat all I can when it’s available. That doesn’t make me a pig, however, it is a barrier to losing weight and I’m working on it.
My Phoenix Rising 