So I will be admitted to hospital 7 am tomorrow morning and in 24 hours from now I will have a new tiny stomach!
In the last week and days I have been swinging around feeling excited and motivated one minute then to terror, fear of surgery and gripped by the fear of failure. Oh and hugely emotional and teary.
Just when I think I have got this a little voice (my inner critic) says to me - how is this going to be any different to all the other times I have tried to get the weight off (and keep it off)? You are going to extreme this time, there is no turning back, this is permanent!
On reflection and facing my demons head-on I have realised its not just going to happen without a bit of work and mind change to a new life not just a temporary change/diet. Starting with facing the things I did (ate/drank) that held me back from success instead of ignoring the bad habits - that always come back!
So I guess this is the beginning of the journey for my mind just as much for my body/stomach. Getting my head in the game to quote a wise sleever here
I will keep facing my demons one day at a time and each time my inner critic tells me I'm going to fail it will make me try harder not less....
See you on the other side
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