Every day... EVERY DAY.... I have the thought, “Why is it taking so long for me? Why do some have their bodies transform in a month or 2, and yet my progress is so gradual?”
And I have to say back, every day, that the path is still worth it.
When I reach my goal, even if it takes me a year or more, it won’t be worth less to me than if it happened over night. It might be more precious to me, in fact. I won’t loath the slowness then, will I? How absurd that would be! I won't look down at my new self and say "What took you so long?!" (except, maybe, when I think of all the wasted years that came long before).
No. I'll say to myself, "At last."
I’ll only celebrate the victory.
This is just a little dose of encouragement in the “loving the process as much as the results” battle. Every time I step on the scale and I'm not where I used to be, even if I'm not where I want to be yet, and even if I'm not as far as I'd hoped yet, I have to conciously love how far I’ve come. Even when I'm only a third of the way to my goal. I'm doing it. It's happening.
Just. Keep. Going.
Moreover, I repeat to myself daily that even if I never lost another pound (not likely - I have a lot I can still lose!), I am happy with how I eat, how I feel, and what I know I'm doing for my future self who will one day inherit this body. Even if what I have now is all I get out of living this new way, it is still worth doing.
And I have to say back, every day, that the path is still worth it.
When I reach my goal, even if it takes me a year or more, it won’t be worth less to me than if it happened over night. It might be more precious to me, in fact. I won’t loath the slowness then, will I? How absurd that would be! I won't look down at my new self and say "What took you so long?!" (except, maybe, when I think of all the wasted years that came long before).
No. I'll say to myself, "At last."
I’ll only celebrate the victory.
This is just a little dose of encouragement in the “loving the process as much as the results” battle. Every time I step on the scale and I'm not where I used to be, even if I'm not where I want to be yet, and even if I'm not as far as I'd hoped yet, I have to conciously love how far I’ve come. Even when I'm only a third of the way to my goal. I'm doing it. It's happening.
Just. Keep. Going.
Moreover, I repeat to myself daily that even if I never lost another pound (not likely - I have a lot I can still lose!), I am happy with how I eat, how I feel, and what I know I'm doing for my future self who will one day inherit this body. Even if what I have now is all I get out of living this new way, it is still worth doing.
