And the Grim Reaper Comes to Call…

Bertha…showed up today…in a skeleton mask….wearing a long, hooded, black robe…carrying a scythe…at least…I hope it was…Bertha…and considering her nudges lately…I’m pretty sure it was her…either that…or someone was really early for Halloween…

She’s been talking to me about change…and…how all change is actually a death…but…that contrary to my previous beliefs…death isn’t necessarily a bad thing…it’s just the first step of change…of getting to where I want to be…

As an example…she said…before I can lose weight…my old eating and exercise habits have to die…my old ways of relating to food as comfort…have to die…

And…I know that is true…I just hadn’t considered them as…death…until now…

She’s saying that autumn…represents a time of death…no matter how prettily dressed the falling leaves are…they are dying…to make way for new leaves in the spring…and…just like with leaves…there is often a gap between…the death…and the rebirth…a time of nurturing and rest…the decaying leaves actually fertilize the soil for the new leaves to come…just as my dying habits strengthen and fertilize my new way of living…

An interesting concept…one that I understand on many levels…but that I believe will continue to evolve for me over the next few months…as I seem to be in a time of transition in so many areas of my life…

I will be curious to see what happens…each time the Grim Reaper…comes to call…

Jane

The First Five is the Hardest…

I’ve always heard it said…that the last five pounds are the hardest to lose…and while I know that to be true from a metabolism standpoint…Bertha…argues…oh…who am I kidding…she doesn’t argue…she just tells me…and…she’s right…so I agree

So…Bertha…tells me that it’s actually the first five that are more difficult…because…that’s when I am forming new eating habits…when I’m saying no to things I really want…and I haven’t had any tangible results…I’m still struggling to fasten my pants…and…it’s easy to give up and say…yes…I’ll have the cheesecake…it’s not like I’ve lost any weight any way

But…after five pounds…my pants are more comfortable…no…not time for a size smaller…but…the old ones fit better…after that…it becomes easier to say…no…in fact…after the first five…I want the next five more than I want cheesecake…or…anything else that would sabotage my weight loss…

That won’t always be the case…there will come a point…that I will know I’m doing what I need to do…and that a treat here and there…won’t totally blow all my efforts…in fact…an occasional treat helps to keep the metabolism from dropping…but…that’s a few pounds and maybe a pants size away…

Interestingly…Bertha…says that…this isn’t just about weight loss…it’s about making any change in life…it’s most difficult to make the efforts when I can’t yet see the results…

And…of course she’s right…so many things come to mind…

Jane