A defining moment
Thursday, May 26, 2016
I just gave my mom a pair of shorts that are too small for me. She held them up then exclaimed, "Oh Lord! I hope those don't fit me, they are HUGE! Look at these, look how big they are!" Now I'm hiding in the bathroom crying. Does she ever think before she talks? Why would anyone think that was an acceptable response? Like getting ready to go to the beach wasn't stressful enough since none of my shorts or bathing suits fit. I'm okay, it just hurt my feelings. Worse than that, she's completely oblivious & continues to babble about meaningless dribble.
This moment I realize is one of those defining moments that will either make me stronger or break me. I'm already extra sensitive this morning because I weighed & I was up 3.4 pounds. These are the moments that typically lead to a binge, but not today. I refuse to allow her to derail me. I've been working so hard. I've been walking, tracking calories, and drinking water, and will continue to do so. Eventually I should start making progress...I hope. If I don't, I will need to contact my doctor.
Regardless of how slow or non-existent my progress is, others will not cause me to to binge. I am no longer that girl!