Let's Go. Let's Just Go!

What does 300 pounds look like?

I want to know. I mean, really know.

I take a picture of myself. I pull up my arm so I can check out the arm flap.

Yep. That's what I thought.

I see fat. A lot of fat. So gross. How did I get here. When did I crossover from pleasantly plump to obese?

Part of my self-cognitive restructuring means I have to teach myself how to replace negative thoughts with positive ones.

I take a look at this picture again.

I ask myself to think of something positive.

I see... a woman who has potential and who is capable.

I dislike the idea of 'weighing in.'

Probably too many memories of embarrassing moments like weighing in during gym class (with all your peers watching), or doctor visits when you know the scale will be followed by 'the lecture.' And, it could be more than that...like too many days where the  mood was dictated by what the scale said.

But, weigh in, I must. I need to know where I'm starting. I need a realistic and objective marker.

My scale. It's accurate and measures in ounces.  

I have another way of measuring progress. Time/distance on the treadmill. The scale may not always reflect progress, but this treadmill will - that is, if I'm using it.

Wait a minute.

Did you catch that?

I said...if I use it.

There are no 'ifs' allowed, okay?

Positive thinking.

I am going to use this treadmill.

This will help, too.

An iPod. Music motivates me.

I'll put my current playlist on the side bar.

Keeping myself motivated will be important during this journey.

I can do this.

I am capable.

I am motivated.

I am ready.

It's a huge hell to the yes! Let's go.