My friend the scale and I had a meeting this morning. It was successful, I think. I told the scale that he could, under no circumstance, define my self worth. He was only allowed to monitor my progress in my journey to health, fitness and Funky-dom. He agreed and so I stepped on... Boy was I shocked when I looked down...
Ugh.. Those toes are terrible...
Holy Cow! Seriously? WOOT! AHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Ignore my funky looking toes... I promise to make them prettier by the next scale pic.
One of the things that I found quite enlightening this weekend is a conversation I had with one of my closest friends. Ellie (she doesn't have a blog to link... Boo!) and I are both in extremely similar situations. I met her when she was one of the only people to be nice to me when I started my old job. She said that she recognized a kindred spirit in me and we became quick friends.
She and I are currently in (what we call) a spiritual funk... Like our propensity to not put our laundry away when it's done. Instead we live out of hampers and or the dryer. We recognize that it's not laziness. It's much deeper than that. It's feeling like we don't deserve to have clothes put away. Or me with my hair. Sometimes I only wash my hair once a week. Not because I'm lazy... I feel like I deserve to feel as dingy on the outside as I do on the inside. These feelings are direct byproducts of our depression.
She and I made a pact with each other. 3 times a week, we go to the gym/workout. This is one thing that we both agree makes us feel better and something that we actually enjoy doing. It's our me time. I have to say that my medication is helping immensly, but it's not a fix all. I have to make the effort to do something good for myself. I have to remember... Life isn't as crappy as it seems and it could be a hell of a lot worse.
And for a reference point... Check out the face side by side! AWESOME!!!