Working the book
Well, I’ve actually gotten started on the book, and I have to confess, it’s made a difference already. Darn it. I suppose I should be pleased that my system works, but I was hoping I could get away without doing all that work.
So one of the things I did today was work with my Inner Critic. I discovered I have two of them that are sabotaging my efforts. One has a wispy, quiet little voice, sort of sneaky-like, and the other has a sneering, sarcastic way of talking: “Yeah, right!” I haven’t named them yet; I’m waiting for that to come to me.
The messages I hear most often are:
- You won’t be able to give up your wine and cheese.
- You’re going to miss your evening snacks too much to stick to this.
- It’s been too long since you weighed 110. You’ll never make it. (Lest you think I’m trying to become as skinny as a model, let me tell you I’m barely 5′0. And every pound I gain goes on my belly, so right now, I look about 5 or 6 months pregnant.)
- Your skin is going to get all baggy and you’ll look worse than you do now with that belly.
- You’ll never stick to this.
- Even if you do lose the weight, you’ll put it right back on.
- Fifteen pounds isn’t worth worrying about.
And the refutations I’ve developed for them are:
- I’ve never been this committed before, so I know I will succeed.
- I’m feeling better already.
- Yes I can, and I am, bit by bit, day by day.
- I just have to be good right now. I have a cheat day coming up.
- This is a permanent change in my life style. I can maintain it.
So that’s where I am — I’ve made it through the Introduction. Where will I be tomorrow?





