It has barely been 24 hours of my Mars adventure (apparently that’s what I’m going to call this journey of mine, why not right?) and I want results, I want them now, and I don’t see them. Literally there is a little Stephanie floating in front of my face right now screaming, “NO SHIT! it’s barely been a day what do you freaking expect you crazy person?!”
So clearly I have an obsession problem. This needs to be fixed before my obsession leaves me in a puddle of “failure tears.” I mean I wish I could shake myself and say, “get a grip!.” What really blows my mind is that I read about peoples weight lose results and they all say something like, “I lost 30 pounds in 12 weeks.” FYI 12 weeks is about 3 months, NOT 24 hours! I read these things, I understand them, yet when it comes to myself I expect to be some sort of scientific break-thru. News flash….I’m awesome, however, not awesome enough to be a scientific break-thru, one in a billion exception.
So now how do I get over this? I’m thinking that everyday I don’t weigh myself, or measure myself, or allow myself to obsess over the results is going to be another day better. This obsession reminds me of a person addicted to smoking, and those people that gradually quit. The less and less they smoke each day, brings them one step closer to being free of their addiction. The plan is to slowly re-train my brain to stop obsessing over results, and spend that time doing something more productive, like writing about it.
I feel really positive about this plan. I can feel myself changing. It may a minuet change, but it’s change.
