This past weekend we attended a big gala. I decided it was a good opportunity to get my hair done as a trial run for our sons wedding. When I got home my husband bumbled around trying not to say anything negative. I kept looking in the mirror with total uncertainty. I wanted to like it. I paid for it. I needed something to count on for the wedding.
Then, bless her heart, we picked up our friend and she took one look at me and shrieked, “you look like Elvira!” OK. Thank you. That settles it. Out it comes, back to the drawing board.
True friends aren’t afraid to name the proverbial white elephant in your life. They may not do it with such a shriek, but they are there to hold up a mirror to you and help you see what you can’t or don’t want to see. That is what can make them so valuable.
Sometimes, in order for us to make the changes we want to in our lives we have to take a good hard look at where we are and what we need to change. That can be difficult and even painful. As in Alcoholics Anonymous, you must admit to who you have become before you can begin to take the steps to change.
In the field of weight loss, most programs out there have a journaling aspect to them. For Weight Watchers, it is an integral part of our program. I tell my members it is the best information they will get from the program. It is you being honest with the only person who matters in this quest for health and fitness, you! It helps you hold up a mirror to your eating and activity habits.
It can be an act of bravery to put into writing, habits that you have been sweeping under the table for many years, if not your entire life. But, if you don’t do it you really cannot see where you can begin making the changes you need to succeed.
In any area of your life, journaling can help you make sense of your life. It can help you put the pieces of the puzzle together and find a way to make it all work.
Three years ago I joined Weight Watchers vowing to learn to manage my weight and stop the yo-you dieting before I hit 50. It has been a slow change and I still struggle. I still have days where I don’t want to admit that I ate half a brick of cheese or drank too much wine, but I now know that when I write it down I find a way to deal with it.
What are you sweeping under the table?