It's Really Not JUST About the Weight

I was talking to my sister yesterday and she said something that made me laugh. She said, "You know it sucks that we spend our whole lives getting used to our bodies, figuring out the way they work, coming to peace with their imperfections and then one day we wake up and we have to start all over again... I want my old self back!"

And THAT ladies, is why I started this journey.
 

I am not one who accepts failure readily. And I am definitely not one who quits. I will be the last one to leave the branding pen, the last one to jump their horse in the trailer, the last one unsaddling. That's just the way God (and life) made me. And that means when I feel a twinge or a pain, I ignore it that day and the next and the next until one day I wake up and my leg has fallen off.

Seriously. I invented #neverthelessshepersisted.
 

This is both a blessing and a curse. All 53 years of those injuries have come back to haunt me lately. And since I don't listen well, it took a fall flat on my face on Christmas Eve for me to realize if I don't change something, I'm going to be lose the ability to change it.

So for three months I sat in front of the TV with a bowl of (diet) ice cream for dinner and thought about what I needed to change. Then I got on the scale at the doctor's office and BOOM 179. Drop the mic.

I don't know if The Product is all that and a dozen roses like it is supposed to be, but I kind of don't care. I'm not wearing the same body any more. The buttons and knobs and bells and whistles have all moved and nothing I do works like it is supposed to. Hell, I can't even get Brain and Bladder to get on the same page half the time. And it got me down. I admit.

I woke up one morning last week with a whole new (actually with my old) outlook back.

I know it will be hard. But it won't be impossible. And while my outside body may have changed, the inside ME has not.
 

In other words, Deb is back.