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Sometimes life hits out of nowhere. Started with poor sleep last night (awake 2am-4am), then rather anticlimactic reading on the scale 3rd morning in a row. Regardless, out the door 7:30am. Pressure on. Boundaries of hunger and fullness defied sometime in early afternoon. Ultimate proof that food is never the solution (of course): stomache is quite full but heart is NOT happy. Nothing is worth that.
Tomorrow is WW meeting. It is what it is. The only thing that matters is getting back up and getting stronger. It's not over yet. Not giving in. Out of the ashes, diamonds and a manifesto:
Can I take storms, trials, and the world falling apart for a while? Yes.
Without resorting to food? Yes.
Can I fast from food until my stomache growls again? Yes.
Without trying to control everything? Yes.
Can I give up weighing myself every day? Yes.
Can I give up body focus? Yes.
Can I surrender to God and be FREE? Yes.
"King. Set. Match."
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