Call it an epiphany, an "aha moment", a "duh moment", a slap in the face even. But something happened to my way of thinking yesterday. I am seeing now that I have make life less about me losing weight and more about being happy with what I have and how far I have come. Focusing solely on what I eat and how much I weigh is causing me to lose sight of what is right in front of my face.
I have a fabulous family and they love me no matter what I eat or what the scale says. My kids are freaking awesome. They are smart and they are smart asses just like their parents. My husband works his ass off for us and loves me thick or thin. As much as they drive me crazy I would not have it any other way. And the changes I have made in my eating, in their eating have already made them healthier than I was at my kids ages. Last week the lunch aid told my daughter she has the healthiest lunches. And as Kyleigh said "Mommy she sees EVERYBODYS lunches so that means A LOT". Yeah, that's right I am gloating here.
Sure I would love to get off these last 5-10 pounds. But damnit I have lost 76 pounds already and look a hell of a lot better than I ever have. I feel better, I rarely get sick now. So I am going to sit back and enjoy what I have accomplished. I will keep eating at a level to hopefully lose but will not beat myself up if it isn't happening. Sticking to measurements and how my clothes fit. Besides I threw my scale yesterday so chances are it doesn't work right anymore. lol
If I keep going the way I have been then I am just going to go insane and slip back into my old ways of eating. If I want these changes to stick I have to make it enjoyable not stressful. And damnit I like feeling like a MILF so these changes have to stick!