I finally found the cord for my camera so I can download my most recent pictures, and you are about to benefit.
Before I get into the story, though, I want to post a link that really resonated with me. It is from a blogger "Shrinking Blubeary," and if you have ever been overweight, if you are overweight now, or if you're in the process of losing weight, you must go read it. It's about "The Old You," you know, the one you beat up and hate because she/he is (or was) so fat. When you finish reading, give your own "Old You" some love...she/he got you to where you are today.
Now, back to our regularly scheduled silliness.
So I mentioned before that I went hiking. In the wilderness. Up hills with rocks and gravel on them (and in my shoes). With bugs. Oh, and there were signs warning us against falling rocks, loose footing, mountain lions, pumas, and other assorted nasties. OK, I did make up the one about pumas, but the others are all too real.
Anyway, one of my best friends and favorite people JulieBeth* was in town from Chicago, and she was very sick with Colorado Fever, which includes the strong and sudden desire to do nature-y type things out in the sunshine. Usually I would beg out in favor of a mall (see previous post), but I decided that I was game. Check me out...
This is very much a posed shot with me doing a great simulation of "Adventurous Babe." We weren't actually in the rocks, but it was a hill/small mountain, and we did do the entire trail. And I know the hat is goofy, but the sun here is way too strong for me (I had skin cancer before I even turned 30 so I'm extra-cautious) so fashion be damned.
When we got to the top of the trail, the view was beautiful (despite the recent wildfires) and made the hot sun and the fear of carnivorous beasties it worth it. JB and I high fived and rested on a bench to admire the view. When we got back to the end of the trail, all I could think of was, "I freakin' did it," which is a segment on Bariatric TV of post-ops that achieved something they could never do before. Maybe I'll even submit it for their show.
And yes, I do look at that picture and think, "I've lost an entire person, and yet I still have an enormous belly and a double-chin," I also think, "Wow, what a difference. I would never have even tried this before! I wonder what else I'll be able to do when more weight starts to come off?"
We must revel in those moments of success, of feeling powerful and alive, and then tap back into them on those days when everything is hard and your pant size is getting you down. Remembering your milestones and planning for new ones is a great way to tell your self-doubt and critical voice to "take a hike."**
*Thank you to JulieBeth for asking me to go with her, for believing in me, for not getting impatient with my slowness, and for the high five. If only Chicago was closer to Denver...
**I really do apologize for the painful pun. Alas, I cannot promise that it won't happen again.