That's what I'm summoning this morning as I walk in to our meeting.
I don't want to go in to all the particulars, but just know that stepping on that scale and owning where I am today is taking courage.
Facing the ladies that have recorded my weight week in and week out, knowing that they know just how much I've zigged and zagged in the last year takes courage. (even though they have never been anything but discreet, sensitive, and supportive)
Saying goodbye the the shame I put on myself and constantly denying the urge to quit takes courage.
Eating a real dinner last night and a real breakfast this morning took courage.
Wearing "normal" clothes for weigh-in instead of changing at the meeting or carefully picking a light-weight outfit takes courage.
Letting go of the expectation that every meal be childishly tasty, and instead making the healthier choice takes courage.
Continuing to feel as though my words and actions have worth, even when I struggle with following my own advice, takes courage.
And, believe it or not, sharing ANY of this with all you is taking a lot of courage. But I'm worth it. You're worth it. I hope you can find your courage, too.
Then give a little to me. ;)
See you soon,