I finally got into the "health room" at work in the morning before lunch. It was always occupied last week. I've lost 40 pounds since joining OA a year ago. Yeah me!
Of course my drunken monkeys are chitter-chatting at me that I've only lost three pounds since mid-January. Only. Three. Pounds. So okay, I'm not breaking any records for weight loss speed. But I'm not trying to break any records. I'm trying to change the way I act and react to food.
Do I wish I were losing 10+ pounds a month? Hell yes. Do I think about pushing myself to do more physical activity? Do I think about really "dieting"? Yep and yep. But then I go to a meeting and soak in some sanity. I am a nut-job about food and my weight. I always will be. I need to trust my sponsor when she says not to mess with my food plan right now. I need to stop thinking about the numbers until the same time next month.
I need to be grateful that I've lost fourty pounds. I need to just keep on, keepin' on.*
*Keep on, Keepin' on is one of the signature phrases of a fellow OA who makes me happy to be around.