I was feeling tired. It was not the normal kind of tired I feel, not like a nagging fatigue that comes along with autoimmune issues. It was not like that at all. This was a familiar tiredness, not of a physical nature, but of a kind of disgust.
I used to band-aid my tiredness. I was a hair color junkie, a manicure queen. I had the toenails to match. Occasionally, my butt sparkled in my jeans and my shoes were a little high. Momentarily, I was shiny. I was something new to myself.
Lately, the band-aid is kind of worn. It is stretched out and, again, tired. It no longer masks anything, and there is still that unhealed wound inside.
I am tired of myself. I am tired of looking at myself, and I am tired of what I see. This is no one’s fault but my own, and no one and nothing can fix this but me. So, I am fixing it.
All I really have done in the past two weeks to lose 7 lbs and 4 inches is I cut out sugar, pasta, breads, processed foods completely, and anything else unhealthy. Well, that and being more active.
In doing this, I have kept a chart of my measurements, which I am not really proud of, in a journal. I have measured myself once a week. Here are my results:
2 weeks ago:
Wrist : 6 1/2″
Upper Arm: 12″
Chest : 41 1/2″
Waist : 35″
Hips : 42″
Thigh : 24″
Calf : 16″
Ankle : 10″
Wrist : 6″
Upper Arm: 11 1/2″
Chest : 40″
Waist : 31 1/2″
Hips : 40″
Thigh : 22 1/2″
Calf : 15″
Ankle :9 1/2″
One thing to consider is that I do swell a lot from my health issues, but if I lost just what was swelling, that is also a really good thing. I finally am feeling a little better about myself. I think that is the most important part in all of it.
I will keep blogging my progress. If anyone wants to join me in this, let me know.
That’s the best way to get a hold of me.