I usually stop counting points after I fall off the wagon. It is especially then when I remember all the things I don’t like about dieting and go over them repeatedly. For example: I don’t want to count every morsel that goes in my mouth, I want to eat as I please and “feels right”, I’d like to be in tune with my body, my body in tune with the seasons and my mood. As I type I can hear my cousin-sister say “Mmmhmmm girl, don’t we all, don’t we all.”
Truth be told my weight has been on an upward hill with a slow incline. Am I not more than numbers on a scale though? I stop and think about this. Yes of course I am more than numbers on a scale, much more by far. That isn’t the question! The thing is that along with this slow incline in numbers comes for me a decline in energy and today more than ever I am zealous about my energy. I need energy to do all the things I love and spend time with all those who I love.
Automatically I have logged onto Weight Watchers reset my password, weigh in date and current weight. Weight Watchers has worked for me in the past. At times working in mysterious ways, who are the point Gods I often wonder, nonetheless working slowly but surely which is my favourite way.
And since we are at it with telling truths I’ve been eating like I’m pregnant ever since I conceived my first child 9 years ago. Maybe the romantic ideas of what my relationship with food “should be” will have to wait a little longer.
all the love,