But the weightloss isn’t the miracle.
The miracle happed over a year ago.
I wrote this on September 25, 2009 in a facebook note.
“Obviously choosing the present moment, may very well lead to weight loss. Somehow it all feels different, radical even. It’s like doing the whole thing backwards. Instead of feeling happy after I have lost weight, I feel happy right now. Happiness is my starting points not my goal. I don’t really have the words to express, just how right that feels.”
I have lost 100 pounds…
…without weighloss being my goal
…without dieting (yes I changed the way I eat but never have I been on a diet)
…without sacrifice (I want to eat what I am eating and would rather be no place than where I am when I am in the gym)
…without suffering (rather Fun & Joy)
…without fear (I have no fear of regain, or not losing enough, I have no goal for my weight I accept the body living in congruence with self-love gives me.)
The miracle wasn’t tangible in teh beginning. However I was so excited to share what I felt I had discovered that I started writing this blog. At the time no one had any reason to believe me…that presence, acceptance and love were the key ingredients to health.
I have lost 100lbs with those ingredients. Maybe that’s enough to convince some people radical hateloss works and I hope that it does.
I want all women to know that freedom is possible.
Belittling ourselves for our differences, believing a thinner body would make us enough, disregard and lack of care for bodies we think we can’t love the way they are…..are out. Accepting the diversity of our bodies, realizing our size no matter how big or small has nothing to do with who we really are; being our healthiest selves….that is what’s in.
I am going to keep writing. I am going to keep talking. I am going to keep educating every woman that lets me about the fact that they are whole just the way they are and believing that is the key to their health. I’m going to keep on this crusade as long as I live, not just for my generation of women, but for all those who will follow.
|The Summer of 2009|
|The Summer of 2010|