I wanna holla at my people and wish everybody a very happy 2011. Is anybody else bursting at the seems with excitement about this year? Cause I am.
I know it's been a long time, but a lotta shit's been goin down on this side of the pond. Excluding the weather, all of it has been good. I've been in Hamburg, Germany now for going on 5 months. :) This city is seriously wonderful. It is rather large, but it feels comfortable and cozy because the buildings are squat and there's lots of green space. My apartment is about five minutes from the city park, ten minutes from the Alster (a beautiful lake, which is ballin for a jaunt, especially when the weather is nice) and there are countless cutie bars and restaurants in this neighborhood. All of this, as well as my school, are accessible BY FOOT and, let me tell you, I been walking all over this piece.
I'm happy. I'm spending time every day gettin my sexy right (writing, eating healthily, exercising, being sweet to myself). I'm living in a great apartment and I have FURNITURE! (I lived in an unfurnished room [albeit in a great neighborhood] for three, seemingly short, internet-less months.) I'm feeling results. Exclamation point, y'all!
I have been aching to say that for what has felt like forever. Again, my results are mostly only felt right now . . . my clothes have yet to start sagging all that much, but the results are definitely there. My abdomen is smaller, my thighs are tighter and my butt has moved, direction ceiling. I feel so much better than I did just five months ago. But move the clock back closer to one-and-a-half -- two years ago, and the difference between who I am right now and who I was then is staggering. I moved back in with parents, regressed and picked up old, toxic habits and became someone unrecognizable to myself and the people around me. I became someone I thought I'd never be again. Someone I was when I was growing up. Someone half-alive, defeated, hopeless.
Picking myself back up has been an exercise in patience, more than anything else. Of course, I thoroughly believe that weight loss is about uniting all aspects of the self -- mind, body, spirit -- in the name of living a healthy life. So I know that "picking up the pieces" is still all about self-love, healthy eating and exercise. But I had to have the patience to trust myself and the process. I had to accept the fall from grace as a lesson in humility and the transience of life. I trust more now than I have in a while that I will achieve not only my goal to maintain optimum health, but my all my other goals as well. (I have tons of goals always, but mainly I'm referring to those dealing with a career and love-life.) Also, I know now more profoundly than ever that I want to dedicate my life to helping those who struggle to maintain a healthy lifestyle.
I started re-reading Geneen Roth's book and I'm also working on the 15 week companion work book. If there are no objections, I'd like to start sharing some excerpts/insights from the practice of working through this book.
I really missed this blog. But now I'm back.
