Last October I made a decision to change my life. Things had to change if I wanted to see much more beyond the next 5 years. I couldn't pretend that I was ok anymore. It was getting too physically hard to live life in my body any more. On November 5th, 2015, I walked into the University of Minnesota Medical Center and admitted that I need help.
Four months, a half-dozen appointments, many dark moments, and many MANY more swear words later, I have lost 50 pounds as of this
morning's weigh-in. I have lost weight, but gained so much more. I
have learned that asking for help isn't the end of THE world, but it was
the end of MY world as I knew it. I had to let go of the false notion
that "I got this" (which obviously I didn't) and suck it up and let
people see me vulnerable.
The mental work is SO MUCH HARDER than the physical work. Shutting down
the negative crap in my head is so much harder than shutting my mouth
and not putting food in it. Learning the difference between "I'm
hungry" and "My mouth is bored" is something that I'll always probably
deal with. Learning to let myself be brave enough to grab onto the
tiniest sliver of trust in other people and hope like hell that maybe
just this once things will work out for me...that is a life lesson that I
have to relearn daily.
This is just a start. There are many
more steps to take and many more life-altering changes coming in the
near future. However, I am doing this one step at a time and trying to
stay in the moment. Part of trying to ensure that I have a future is to
learn to enjoy the present and to do THAT, I have to learn to actually
slow down and experience what's going on IN THIS MOMENT. And in THIS
moment, I'm thirsty. Off to find my giant glass of plain ol' water.