I've been putting together a PowerPoint presentation for my talk at the library this Saturday. Last night, mind full of negative self-talk as I was adding more content to the presentation, I just started looking at the photos of myself as a morbidly obese woman. Heavy, heavy sigh. What a reminder. Those photos were, and are a reminder of how far I've come. For goodness sake, I've lost 173 pounds! I am stronger, more toned, more fit, slimmer, and happier. So, why do I continue to put so much emphasize on the negative? Why do I beat myself up so much? It's the mental, the inner battle. It's equally if not as taxing as losing the weight.
I vow from this day forward to give myself a break. To silence the demons whenever they start whispering to me and serve as a reminder to myself about how far I've come -- I'll pull out these photos.