How about an analogy to start off your Tuesday?

I’m feeling pretty positive right now even if the scale was a scary, scary site this morning. I’m still at 129 kilos, 284 pounds roughly which isn’t my all time high (thank God, right?) but it is where I have spent the largest chunk (pun totally intended there!) of my adult years.

So, why the positivity you wisely ask? Why in the world would you be even semi-happy that you are now 52 pounds heavier than you were at your lowest weight, back in good old 2007, before getting pg? What in the world do you have to be happy about?

Well I will tell you just that…

I’m making some “good” choices, some better choices and most importantly, I am making conscious choices. It’s pretty interesting, when you think about it, how you can actually go through an entire day and not make, what seems like, one single conscious decision. Everything is “yeah, okay” or “that sounds alright” or simply “whatever”. Is that really considered participating in what happens in your daily life?

I’m all for going with the flow. Taking it easy. Not getting all up in arms about everything but that’s not always the way to go about your life, your daily business, especially if you’re in the business of pushing off some of those unwanted pounds. Sometimes instead of going with the flow, you have to actually sit in the raft and paddle your arse off in the other direction of the flow, don’t you? (no need to answer that, it’s crystal clear).

I’ve been floating along for far too long now and it’s time that I start paddling. Hard. I’ve put on my life preserver (a really stylish bright orange one!) because you know, sometimes you fall off that raft and I don’t want to be one of those “missing persons” on the milk-jug-of-weight-loss-blog-life. I want you guys to be able to find me if I do, indeed, fall off this raft. So here I am, crawling back on, one more time. Let’s just hope I can stay afloat!