Tired

I'm tired already. I'm worried that I'm taking on too much change. That said, I still believe I'm doing the right thing. Regardless, I'm tired. I'm to the point where my theory's got to start going into practice. I've got to start aggressively living the way I want. I guess I kind of have. I have been implementing my living well plan, I've just been kind of wading in. That's probably better.

On of the big principles we've discussed in Overeaters Anonymous is putting yourself in God's hands. To me, what that means is KNOWING (which I do) that everything's okay. Even when it's not okay, it is. Things always fall into place. There's rarely a benefit to fussing and fuming. I'm okay with that. I don't always remember it, but I get it. What's hard is then using that understanding to control your eating. You have to ask God to help you. It's hard, but I'm trying. Someone said today they've never had the faith first, they always just took the action not sure what the outcome would be. I think I'm more at that level, I'm willing to put my faith in someone else's plan.

I'm reluctant to share this, I don't want to jinx it, but I'm down 3 pounds this week! I know it's not all about my weight. It's about Living Well, it's about a lifestyle change. It's about choosing what I want in my life, and not just taking the path of least resistance. That said, my weight is the most obvious reminder that parts of my life are out of control.