Give yourself permission

One of the keys to living more healthy and especially when it comes to weight loss is giving yourself permission to not be perfect.  I had a rough week.  A really rough week.  I lost my chef, I had no motivation to go for a walk, even though the weather was beautiful, I ate like crap, and my mood toward my health overall was apathetic.  It would be really easy right now to be down on myself and beat myself up for having such a crappy week, but instead of looking at the situation as I failed, I'm choosing to look at it as just one bad day. I purposely bought a pizza and brownies yesterday knowing they were bad for me.  There is a reason I weigh over 300 pounds; I tend to eat my feelings.  I had a rough week and I just really wanted to eat something that was bad for me.  There is no mystery behind how I came to weigh this much.  I crave carbs and sugars.  It's one of the worst side affects of having PCOS and when I'm stressed out, my body goes into craving overdrive. 

While I could sit here all day and boo-hoo about my situation, my mindset about my health is different than how it previously was.  One day of bad eating has not derailed my health journey.  I'm still on the right course to change my life.  First thing this morning, I drove to Kroger and picked up a week's worth of healthy food and ingredients to prep lunch and dinner this week.  While my chicken taco soup and cauliflower bake cooked, I was active.  I cleaned my fridge, I wiped down my kitchen, and I even got on my hand and knees to scrub the floor.  I have spent most of my Sunday doing things around my house instead of sitting around.

There are many reasons I have chosen to not weigh myself regularly, but here's one of the big ones.  What do I accomplish by having a bad eating day and then putting myself on a scale the next morning?  I will only demotivate myself.  I would only end up looking at that number as a sign that I don't have the will power to really do this and instead of doing something active with my day, I would sit around telling myself there was no point.  My body will recover from one bad day of eating.  I will eat right this week and I will walk regularly.  Saturday will just be one bad day in the middle of a whole lot of good days.  These are the things I want to remember.  I want to remember how I rallied to have a really good week and how that good week made all the difference in my life.