All my life I've been overweight. Not obese ... just anywhere from 10 to 30 pounds. Of course I started one diet after another, after another, after another.
Then one day I just decided I was sick of it. I went on a crazy diet but one that worked for me. I ate nothing all day but since I had to make supper for my family, I did eat supper with them ... but I made sure I ate only one small helping of everything. And I started walking 5 miles, every other day. I lost the whole 30 pounds.
I felt better than I've ever felt in my entire life. Why did it work that time when it never had before? I can't really explain it other than to say that something in me had just clicked. As usual when I have a triumphant moment, I think of that old Helen Reddy song with the line that says "I am woman, hear me roar". That was one of those times in my life. I was a roaring woman.
Now, I just wish I could find that kind of attitude about not smoking. I'm feeling a little down tonight because it seems like the more I think about this project, the closer I get to my quit date ... the more uncertain I become that I can be successful.
I've read several places where folks here have said that they have written positive statements down and they read them whenever they feel like they're slipping. Perhaps I should go ahead and do that now.
