Well okay maybe not but that’s what it felt like. Most of you are too young to remember this but in the good ol days when you were past due, and your baby seems happy to stay in your beach ball belly, the grandmas and great aunts always had good advise for you. They would bring you a tall cool glass of lemonade and say stop worrying that only makes it worse. You just need to get busy so your baby knows you mean business. They would tell you that you just needed to clean house really good or wash a big load of cloths. And sure enough before you could complete your big project your water would break, and the wise ones would smile and say told you so!
Its the same thing with my weight loss. I just could not get that baby to move. Two weeks of trying so hard, and nothing was happening, not even a 1/2 a pound would come off. I was getting panicky am I gonna start gaining it all back! Will I never be thin!? Then my buddies said stop worrying. Weighing yourself every day is just making you stress out, that’s not helping you. Other buddies said drink more water, change up your exercise routine. Others said write down what you want to help you get remotivated. So I took every ones advice. I stopped weighing every few hours, and drank more water. I tried a new workout routine - One day cardio; next day treadmill; next day weights.
I wrote down and read aloud to myself what I want. I want to look good in normal cloths sizes not the XXXXXL kind. I want to be able to run if only a block or 2. I want my husband to look at me and be proud of what he sees. I want to live long enough and be healthy enough to dance at my grandbaby’s wedding, she is 3 yrs old now. I want to eat because I’m hungry not because I’m _________ ( all the other excuses I find for overeating).
And it worked! I got on the scales today and at last I am no longer stuck at 180! My water broke! Now all my wise buddies you can say told you so. And I can say thanks for the good advise you were right!
