weight loss - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
Weight loss can't be bottled and sold. It isn't magic and there is no quick fix. The good news is that the truth of it, the long lasting diet that works is free for those who will work for it. Your best self is on the other side of self control and consistency. That's it. No gimmicks. You're smart enough to figure out the rest.
I could accept the discomfort of weight loss, or go on waiting forever to really love the way I look. To feel my body becoming fitter and stronger was worth it. Each day you do what your old self would not, so that in your tomorrows you can do what your old self could not.
The weight loss is my wait loss; it's time to cut away the invisible ropes that bind and set myself free. No more waiting. Every day that I do what the old me would not is a day closer to the self I will maintain for the rest of my days.
Food industry, fashion industry and dieting industry, they fire their guns and we run between them bewildered and in fear. One for weight loss, one for weight gain, and the other for permeant dissatisfaction with your body. They are the trio of mental torture we consume without question, that we applaud as we bleed.
It isn't something radical that works, because soon the body rebels and the gain starts all over. It's about knowing what isn't worthy of being a part of your body, that treats should be treating your body with respect. It's more like an evolution of the diet, small changes you can really live with, being okay with that for the rest of your life. It's about feeling good about yourself, feeling in control. It's an act of love for yourself, something that should feel like nurture of mind as well as body. It's building that sense that you can have positive self esteem, that you are worthy of feeling good too, of happiness and a joyful boldness.
My body is not a garbage pail for the junk-food profiteers to unload their saturated fats and addictive sugars. No more being trapped between the barbed wire pens of the dieting industry and the fashion industry with their sick-looking skeletal models.
Nana was glum. She wanted to lose weight and was eying up yet another crazy diet plan. Polly wiggled over next to her. "Hey, Nana, tell me what you love doing most."
Nana sighed and pursed her lips, her smile lines loose and flat. "Dear, I love the horses. I love to take them an apple and watch them eat."
"Nana," says Polly, letting her hand rest on Nana's arm, "have you ever thought of volunteering at the stables? Of grooming them? Of perhaps helping lead a pony to the fields in the evening time? That's good exercise and you'd love it."
Nana nodded slowly, the creases coming back around her eyes. She turned to see Polly more clearly, "Yes, m'dear. I think you're right." Nana laughs. "How ever did you pack so much wisdom in that tiny body?"
Jim hated anything that made him sweat. He hated the things everyone else said would make him fit, give him the body he wanted. Nothing worked, not for years, because there was nothing he wanted in sports. Then one day Terry put a weight under his desk, "When you finish a bit of work, or a game, lift that a few times." So he did. Just a few times for each arm, and went back to doing his thing. After a while it felt too light and he added some more weights, carrying on with the same thing... it changed his life. He shopped for a yoga mat, made his breaks include sit ups and planks, stuff that at first he couldn't do at all. He slimmed right down. I actually never thought it would work. I was watching him thinking, "Really?" It did though, it really did.
A treat is a walk in the park, with the new flowers and the children who run and play. A treat is sunshine in the garden, or rain upon my window making their own constellations upon the glass. I don't know why I ever saw that sugary crap as a treat, when it took from me everything I ever wanted, starting with my self esteem. So, from now on I'm gonna treat myself right, find everything that's nourishing to mind, body and soul.