I’m overweight. There, I said it. And not in the “I need to lose a few pounds” kind of way. Rather, in the muffin top, size 38 pants, can’t suck it in any longer sort of way. It wasn’t sudden and it wasn’t a mystery as to why it happened. It came about as a series of bad choices and emotional eating. That’s what sent me upwards of 225 and where I have see-sawed for the past two years.
Like many emotionally-rooted issues, I don’t want to face it. I want to say to myself that it doesn’t matter. I have it under control. It’s not an issue… But it is – not just in clothing sizes or physical appearance but in my energy level, sleeping soundness, and overall health. So it’s time to face the demon head.
I wish I knew right now what magic potion will get me “there” – the spiritual, emotional, or physical “pill” I could take to get fit and healthy. But I don’t. I’m at the start of this journey right now – jelly doughnut around my waistline included. I know factually what needs to be done but can already tell this journey will be both about overcoming physical as well as mental obstacles. It’s a journey that I’m now willing to take and it’s starting with a choice – my choice – to become healthy. I’m speaking this into the universe and creating it.
Accountability is key and I will have many additional “structures for fulfillment” on this voyage. While this is one of them, my higher hope is that documenting this process will provide others the tools, insights, and motivation into accomplishing this for themselves. Let the journey begin. The weight is over.