Yesterday I spent HOURS reading Winencandy's journal. In the entries for last March, she was mentioning the tsunami in Japan, and I was thinking about the news coverage of that event these past few days, as we approached and hit the one-year anniversary. I started wondering how Winencandy had done in the past year. When I left our heroine, she had been following PB for five months, with some inches lost, but only 2 pounds gone. Very frustrating for her. A gal after my own heart, she had not been telling her friends or relatives what she was doing, only her immediate, in-the-house family, and only in a vague way. She didn't want to defend her diet until she had some results. And though she was feeling good, the amazing, fat-falling-off-you results were not there.
But I was good, and did not skip to the end of the journal. I have my funny little standards.
Then I started wondering, where will I be in one year?
At my hoped for one pound a week pace, I would be at my goal. Which would be lovely. Much rejoicing and buying of new clothes, I presume. But what if I only lost 2 pounds in five months? What if March 2013 rolls around, and I weigh 187?
I will be disappointed. I feel so much better-healthy- now, yet I will be vexed if the weight does not come off. Winencandy is amazing, she just keeps chugging along. Do I have that kind of fortitude lurking inside me?
I do not want to go back to my old ways in frustration. So a challenge for this coming year: learn to be happy with my health, just in case. Learn to love it, to prize it, so that it ALONE is important enough for me to keep on being primal.
And a hope: that I am lucky enough to have my outer appearance reflect all the good things that are going on inside of me.