After my “ood Morning” typo on the email, I was hopeful that the day would definitely improve. I did get a response back and to my intense pleasure, it too, had typos. Humans embracing being human. Grateful to be on track for my deadline, I put the work aside to focus on something else…….my menopausal figure.
I have been “doing all the next right things” to improve my health. I workout, drink plenty of water, and try to make the best food choices that I can. My 51 year old body has decided to ignore me. Blatantly giving me the finger whenever it has the chance. Seriously, what the hell did I ever do to it? I have taken it on trips to Europe. Given it spa treatments. Dressed it in adorable clothes. Still no response. So, I made a commitment yesterday to break the silent treatment.
Sometimes, special workers are necessary. In this instance, I need accountability. I need guidance. I can no longer do this alone. For me, that is the definition of surrender. Realizing that I need the assistance of someone that has the knowledge and capability to help me move forward. And sure, some might consider this the craziest time of the year to start a new eating regime or is it? There is never a good time to change things up. There will always be an excuse. At this stage in the game, I have nothing to lose except, well, fat.
I am not starting the program for another week, but will blog about my progress. There probably will be a little complaining. Maybe whining or maybe not. Who knows. This is just another lesson for my body. When you don’t respond to me, I will bring out the big guns.