Ramblings

Rhozelyn

Am I the only one who thinks losing weight is like a whole new religion?....faith that what I am doing will get me to my goal...but along the way there are doubts, hardships, back sliding, happy moments....sadness and through all of it the advice is ....keep going.

I don't know if what I am doing will work for me because I have never done it.It's new terrain...unfamiliar....but I hope it will...hope, faith and belief....

Do you detect a lingering doubt? It's there.......just that tiny bit because when I do all I am meant to be doing and yet I am not rewarded by that scale moving downwards....and others post about their success....so I do wonder...

I can't be unique....my body's resistance cannot be legendary....why does fat cling to me like I need supersonic laser blasting to get it to shift ....when all the squats and cardios won't do it?!

It feels like I am walking in the pitch darkness....following a loud voice....walk in a straight line!....keep walking!....keep tracking! Keep moving! .....
There might be ravines and crocodiles around....I might be in mortal danger if I stop....my body aches and my mind screams...I am exhausted...mentally, emotionally, physically...but I must not stop...

At some point the fear of stopping supersedes the fear of failure....and that becomes the force to go on....knowing the past, the weight, the gloom...becomes more fearsome than the unknown ahead except I have faith that one day...it will be...I will be what I want to be. ( I hope)