Losing Inches, Gaining Myself
This week, the scale isn’t saying I lost, but not saying I gained. In fact I lost inches this week. I am leaving for my first solo vacation to Chicago, I stop in to one the Family Health Centers to get something off a friend, and since I do not float anymore, one the workers there has not seen me since I was placed permanently at the health center, I am currently at. That was before I started weight loss. She didn’t recognize me; it was not until I said “Hi” to her she said, “My god Deanna is that you, I didn’t recognize you. You look fantastic.” That brought such a smile to me. I told her new job, new life, everything this year is all about me.
I never do anything for me. I am always helping others, I am always there when you need me, shoulder to cry on, that type of things. This time, this is my year. I am all about me, but not in a bad way. I am losing weight for myself, I am reinventing myself. I have a new positive outlook on life, It all about me. I am helping me for a change. It feels great to be losing inches, even though the scale didn’t budge.
As funny as it sounds, I had to raise the car seat. Let’s face it; you can see in the previous issues, I got a J.Lo or Kardashian tushy. Raising the seat means it has gone down. That is a great sign that I am losing weight, who needs a scale when you can tell by the adjusting the car seat.