Write a letter to yourself of today.
Dearest Whitney of the Bouncy Balls…
I’m torn… torn between the desire to scold and the desire to congratulate. The Whitney of the past would surely have scolded. Scolded and then ate the feelings away like a fat kid at the Golden Corrall… but it’s all you can eat leopard lard Tuesdee!!! Maybe it’s because you’re frustratingly stuck in a rut of not being as conscientious food-wise as you’ve been in the past… and I could scold and scold and scold. Scold the fact that, particularly over the last 2 weeks, you give in too easily to temptations. Scold the fact that since March 2010, you’ve only lost a total of 40 pounds. I could scold the fact that you have a gym membership, yet you haven’t been to the gym since Thanksgiving… opting instead to ride the recumbent bike in the basement… it’s too dagnabbed cold and too long of a drive out there… 20 minutes to get to the gym each way? Such a waste! And then, I could also scold you for making up lame butt excuses like the ones in the previous sentence. I could scold you… but I’m not going to.
Instead I want to say… good for you! Forty pounds in 9 months may sound pathetic in that skewed brain of yours, especially considering the 100+ the previous year, but it’s 40 pounds less than you weighed in March. All of the years prior to 2-1/2 years ago had seen a gain of at least 25 pounds per year… in actuality, you saved yourself 65 pounds of grief. I want to congratulate you for persisting… even when persisting meant getting up each day with a renewed commitment to start anew. You’ve always said it doesn’t matter how many dagnabbed times you fall down, it’s how many times you get up that matter. Even if now it seems you’re swimming against the current, it won’t always be that way. This is a rut on that road of yours… a small, insignificant rut… and one of these days when you least expect it, you’ll climb out the other side. There will always be a struggle… some times will seem easier than others… but persisting through the bad times is the sign of a winner… and you, Whitney of the Bouncy Balls… are a WINNER! Charlie Sheen has no idea!
You Know Who…
Question of the Day: What do you want to congratulate yourself for today? Come on… pat yourself on the back!