This psychologist said that he had a question to ask - one that was the most important question to ask yourself in order to start the journey to ALLOWING yourself to lose weight.
WHO WAS THE FIRST PERSON IN YOUR LIFE WHO
TOLD YOU THAT YOU WERE WORTHLESS?
How did this happy, laughing little girl in the pool become the
When did this brown haired smiling beauty become the woman who doesn't like to have her picture taken because she is uncomfortable in her skin?
When did this sweet little girl, who although shy, was very confident in herself become this woman who, although in business/work can do and will do anything and is powerful, yet personally has extremely low self-confidence and self-esteem?
How did the woman I see in the mirror everyday let this man, her biological father, affect so much of who she is today? Why have I given him the power? Why now, even at the age of 47, does his behavior and absence still hurt so badly?
It is still a constant pain that always beats lightly in my heart and then sometimes spikes when a situation arises or sometimes for no reason at all. Nothing really changes the heartache of a fatherless child. I had always thought that I was "daddy's girl."
Yet instead, he was the first man to break my heart and to this day I really struggle not to despise him while at the same time I secretly long to love him.
But today is a new day, and I can no longer allow the past - this part of my past - to define me or dictate my actions or my weight. I am truly sorry that this man missed out on something and someone so wonderful (me!). BUT I can no longer let HIS actions break me. They could have - and nearly did - but I will NOT let that happen.
I define me. I make my decisions based on the now and the future. I am a powerful woman and I am strong enough to, as my beloved grandfather used to say, "rise above it" and live my life NOW. I will take care of myself, lose weight, get healthy, get HAPPY because I choose to, NOT in spite of him. Does that make sense? I AM WORTH IT and I AM WORTHY!
Until next time, friends,