Facing Reality.

{pintrest}

It's been about a week since my {Reality Check} post.
I posted about my real weight.  And my ideas to change that.
And in the last week, I've realized...
I don't really feel like changing it.
I don't think I'm fat.
I do think I eat like crap.  And that I often feel ill.
And that I'd like to change.
But basing it all on the numbers on the scale?
Nope.
Not gonna do it.

Coming to that realization was pretty freeing for me.  I stopped working out for a few days (sweltering heat = yeah fat chance), but tried to continue with my more healthful eating patterns, and I still feel pretty darn good. 

The other thing I realized, was that finding out how much I actually weigh and deciding it was too much, was a huge catalyst in finding out how dissatisfied I am with a lot of aspects of my life.
Sadly, they're all holes I've dug myself into.
And it's stupid stuff, like being constantly broke, having a disorganized & messy house, staying home all weekend because I am too broke to go out if I do get invites.

Migraines = missing work = no money.
no money + compulsive shopping = even less money.
BUT
eating better = fewer migraines = more work = more money.
more money + spending less = cleaner house due to less accumulation + even more money.

Or something like that.

{pintrest}