I watch my teenage daughter eat like she’s training for an Iron Man competition and never gain an ounce.
While I cut back, and cut back, and cut back on calories with no visible effect.
Despite being thin as a kid and well past my 20s, I never fully recovered from my 30-something pregnancy body. I was able to eventually get down to just 6 pounds away from my initial weight, but but that’s as low as I’ve ever been able to go.
And even maintaining that was easy until my hysterectomy several years ago.
I used to hear mid-life women complain about weight gain and think to myself ‘What’s the problem? All you have to do is exercise once in a while, and eat a little less.’ Now I get it.And Karma is getting me back for my youthful arrogance.
I’m on day 7 of this 30-day challenge, and part of me was expecting to see at least *some* physical change. But no… nothing except a sore back and hips.
Karma, maybe you can cut me just a little slack?
After all, dining on cheeseburgers with my daughter would be a great bonding ritual.😄
Two big things I need to tap into here.
1. Patience (after all, it’s only been 7 days for crying out loud)
2. Avoiding self-pity.
Thinking that I’m entitled to a payoff for my efforts, especially this soon, is only going to create negative thoughts that will distract me from my goal.
That 30 days will surely be here before I know it. 💯
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