The last couple of days I have been in a funk. Couldn't seem to shake myself out of it. But others could. I got two doses of reality (fuck, I have missed blogging!) one from big_mummy and Jack Sh!t...
Whilst talking to big_mummy I confessed to her I was drinking Irn bru. (don't know if you know it it? full of fucking sugar but super delicious!) and right there and then she said...
"You can fucking do this! You kick ass when your head is in the right place... No. I command you to stop feeling sorry for your self and go pour the orange deliciousness down the sink...When you weigh it doesn't matter what that number is because next week it will be lower." she even put her stern face on!!
I actually got up and poured it out. It was a catalyst moment. She also encouraged me to go step. I did that too. I felt better for it. For doing both. The pouring out of the irn bru felt empowering, as corny as that sounds. I really needed this kick up my fat arse. I obviously wasn't doing it by myself. She also reminded me I had to do it myself. I no longer have the family to blame. My period is gone. There are no more excuses.
So then later I was still catching up on blogs I read an awesome post by Jack Sh!t. It was very inspirational. One thing in particular he said really resounded with me and it was
"We're not chained to the person we are. There's nothing holding us back if we wake up and decide to make the transformation."
That is very true. I needed to hear that. I am always saying tomorrow I'll get back on track tomorrow or I am not feeling like me, I need to change, tomorrow. Just empty excuses. No changes. I am NOT chained to the fat person who scoffs everything down.
NOW. THINGS NEED TO CHANGE NOW.
AND THEY WILL.