New Year, New Resolve... Again

I find myself saying the same thing this new year as I did last year: This is going to be the year that I get to my goal weight.  This year, I say the same thing with the shame of failure, a couple more extra pounds, and  frazzled confidence.  My pastor gave a sermon last week about how instead of resolving to take things out of your life (stop eating sugar, quit smoking, etc), why not resolve to add to your life?  My resolution: gain confidence in my abilities and my appearance again. 

It's a Journey, Not a Sprint... Right?

I feel that this post is long overdue.  I guess I've been putting it off in hopes of the potential content changing, but alas, my procrastination has not yielded the results I had hoped.  Since my last Weight Loss Journey Post, I've fallen off the Harcombe Diet Wagon, rode the No-Diet Diet Wagon, and took a detour in Too-Much-Dessertville and Pastrytown. 

Sometimes, You Just Have to Let Someone Else Drive

Don't I look exhilarated in this photo?  Wind in my hair, water splashing my face, speeding through the water on a boat piloted by a family member.  In control of nothing, and loving it.  I have a confession to make: I'm a control-freak.  Here's another confession: I often lose control.  What a predicament huh?  If you've been following my posts regarding my weight-loss journey and my "Wagon" posts, you know that I've decided to create my own "wagon" so-to-speak.  What I've learned in doing this is that I'm not a wagon designer and I don't know how to drive one yet.

Fine Tuning the Wagon

Here's to fine-tuning my "wagon".  For those who may not know, I'm making my own weight-loss wagon.  I'm tired of falling "off the wagon" which isn't mine.  In this post, I'm fine-tuning my wagon a bit.  It's my wagon and I can do what I want to with it right?  I've been focusing primarily on my eating habits, but now I'm ready to attack this monster from all sides.  After all, shouldn't my wagon be a complete one that meets all my needs in this journey?  So, I am exposing some of my vulnerabilities and dark corners of my spirit to tell you about how I'm making this wagon and journey work for me. 

Who’s Wagon is this Anyway?

I’ve always been concerned about my size/weight, even when I was a slender teen and young adult.  Oh how I want to visit my former self and slap her across the face and tell her how fabulous she looked!  But I digress…