Lisa, my health coach, squealed "Oh my gosh! That's amazing!" when I announced, with no excitement of my own, that I had lost a total of twenty pounds. I had been measuring my weight loss against my husband's loss of fifty pounds and my sister's quick loss of the mere ten pounds she wanted to lose. In my eyes, my achievement paled in comparison. The day before, my nephew had enthused about how great my husband looked and turned to me with a decided pause and no praise, reinforcing my miserable self-perception.
Lisa's enthusiasm allowed me to alter that perception. As she pointed out, my loss was almost half that of my husband's. Losing that many pounds showed a real commitment to healthy eating. If I wished to, I could consider myself a rock star of good health. How was I going to celebrate?
With Lisa's prodding, I decided to return to bullet journaling. Once I faithfully recorded my achievements, but celebrating had fallen off my list of priorities. Let the celebrations return. Let the journal be filled with joyful lists of accomplishments.
I may hesitate to celebrate my weight loss, but I never hesitate to buy art that brings me joy. Here's another thrift store find that delights me. I hung it in my office, my creative space. I shall call it my twenty pound weight loss trophy.
Five more pounds? Another work of art I cherish?
Let's do it!
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