What Will It Take (warning - long!)
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WHAT WILL IT TAKE?
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I’m pondering this question tonight. What will it take? What will it take for my mind and my body to finally connect? Permanently! I sat here earlier with a bag of potato chips in my lap, munching away. And I don’t even like potato chips that much. I was so “good” today watching my calories and making healthy food choices. My surgery is 25 days away and I know I must be disciplined. And yet, at 11pm, I walked over to the cupboard, pulled out the bag of chips and started munching. What is my problem? :target: I wish to God I knew.
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I think it’s rather ironic that I’ve spent my entire overweight life feeling like nobody understands me and nobody understands why I am the way I am. But the truth is, I don’t even understand or know myself! Oh sure, I could sit here and reel off a million excuses. Stress eating, comfort eating, bad eating habits since childhood, the fact that I don’t like to exercise, I don’t have time to exercise, etc, etc, etc. But those are only part of the story. After all, I’m not stressed out ALL the time. I’ve learned about nutrition. I know what to eat to be healthy and truth be told, when I do so, I feel great! My body rejoices when I exercise it. It practically dances when I stop eating when I’m full. When I say no to sugar, I am more alert and productive. My energy levels are higher, my attitude is more positive, and I feel like I’m on top of the world! So WHY?!?!?!? Why do I go backwards? Why is it so easy for me to disconnect from what I know is true?! :faint:
I’ve spent my whole life struggling with this. I grew up looking at people bigger than me with condemnation, telling myself, “Look at how they let themselves go! I will never be that big” Well, lo and behold, here I am. I’ve always told myself that I would never hit 200 pounds. Then it was 250. Then 300. Then 350. I am now 372.5 pounds. I can’t believe I am even typing it because that number angers me and repulses me and more than anything, it SCARES me! I can’t be that person! I’m better than that! I have more self-control than that! I just can’t accept it!
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I am afraid to have this operation. But not because of potential complications or because I don’t like sharp objects or even because the thought of lying naked in front of a lot of strangers is not my idea of a good time. (Although all these things are true) What I’m really afraid of is that I will not succeed. That I will fail. Yet again.
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So I ask myself, what will it take? What will it take for me to win this battle for good? And the unfortunate truth is that I just don’t know. Yet.
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But you can bet your sweet ass I’m going to keep asking myself until I figure it out.