There’s an elephant in the room and it’s not me!

It feels very vulnerable to be transparent. Openly talking about being obese and posting it for the world to see is kind of scary. But, not talking about it is like living with an elephant in the room. Everyone knows I’m fat, eating too much food got me here. Everyone that knows me knows my weight struggles have been my lifelong battle. I dont want to live this way anymore.                           9iRXEj6ie

Contrary to many of the post I see on Facebook, my life is not so great. So many in Facebookland seem to have this perfect life. So instead of burying my head in the sand or hiding behind all the pictures of myself from the neck up, I’m going to kick that damn elephant out of the room! He takes too much space anyway!

The people I see who are brave enough to to be transparent having unthinkable suscess. I see those who are guarded emotionally, and seem to only talk about the weather, news, and sports, (so to speak) not gaining much ground. I’m not willing to live the rest of my life like a hermit or depending on my friends pity to get through life.

Don’t confuse that with my gratitude for your being there. Thank you so much. I’m reclaiming my dignity. So those who are with me, thank you from the deepest place in my heart.

The hardest part about being transparent is when you flub up, there is no back door. But knowing that, is the very thing that brings success. Your only choice is to move forward or die. Being misrible is a huge motivator, I was misrible enough to do anything to get out of my pain. Added to the fact I don’t have any family to enable me, or keep me from being misrible. I see some people that are misrible and live ridiculous lives because they have enablers that keep them from hitting bottom. And if they could hear their own excuses the would realize how foolish they sound. Believe me when I say, I know this first hand.

Fear is what emotionally paralyzes us. Sometimes we give up our own power because if we take it back, we are on our own and lose our enablers. Loneliness is terrifying. But being paralyzed is worse. When you become brave enough to step out on your own without that safety net, miracles happen, you gain a sence of confidence you have never experienced before.

There’s an elephant in the room and it’s not me!


Thanks so much for taking the time to read my blog. I am a Baby Boomer from Nebraska blogging my way to good health. I am single, with no children, I have a little white maltese dog named Lily. Follow my journey to lose 1 pound 300 times.

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