Monday, August 19, 2019

The Lighter Side of Weight Loss: Chapter Three



The Lighter Side of Weight Loss
By Sandra Warholic Seeley

Chapter Three

After my 4.4 pound weight loss last week, I was hoping for similar results today. Even though I followed the program 100%, my weight stayed the same. Did I forget to remove my watch before stepping on the scale? Could it possibly weigh at least 1 or 2 pounds? So I'm thinking this week's topic is perfect for me.

I'm trying to determine whether I'm an "All-Or-None" thinker. I am a Virgo, and we Virgos do like perfection. Yoda, my Jedi Master coach, always told me to "Do. Or do not.There is no try!" According to him, the size of the goal does not matter. So, I should be able to raise my X-Wing fighter or my defeatist attitude out of the swamp every time they start sinking.

The mind is a powerful force. Train it this week, I will! I'm going to train my mind to accept degrees of perfection. I'm going to savor what I've accomplished so far. Even though it's taken me 3 years to remove 41 pounds, I've removed 41 pounds! That victory tastes sweeter than any hot fudge sundae, doughnut or chocolate chip cookie.

Fifty Shades of Grey may be a bit naughty, but not when applied to this coming week. I'm going to grey-up my previous mindset of all in vs all out, of black vs white. I'm going to embrace the grey areas. Maybe I won't track every day or stay within my point range or drink the amount of water equivalent to our local reservoir or plan my meals, but that's okay. Because you know what? Looking at the big picture, I will do those things. I will reach my goal of removing at least another 40 pounds, even if it takes another 3 years.

I'm giving myself permission to not be Mary Poppins, practically perfect in every way. I sense a change in the wind. Magical events can happen. I wish all of you a "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!" week. I promise not to stay away too long. Be happy or at least happier. Until next week...



Sandra Warholic Seeley - All my life, and half of someone else's, I have lived in a humorous place called Earth. My muse is a tiny menehune from the island of Oahu in Hawaii where I lived for a year. Ernest Hemingway once sat under the exact same coconut tree where I did most of my writing. I'm also a sensitive to criticism Virgo who loves to get paid for writing and speaking funny stuff. Even though my mind is filled with volcanic ash residue and I'm still finding sand in my shorts, I will continue to write until my muse retires or I run out of pretty blue drinks, whichever comes first. Don't be bashful, email the author.

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