The Power of Positive Self-Talk

 

You know what I don’t like?

 

What doesn’t work in my quest for good health?

 

Negative self-talk.

 

You know what I mean.

 

“Don’t eat that.”

 

“You’re such a pig.”

 

“I can’t believe you ate that.”

 

“Ugh. I hate being fat. I’d be happy if I were only the right weight.”

 

“I can’t take it. I need to eat it.”

 

Ugh is right. Who needs that? That doesn’t motivate me. That doesn’t inspire me. Fat pictures don’t deter me from eating M&Ms. Self-loathing doesn’t inspire me to drink a smoothie rather than eat a granola bar. Lists of all the horrible things sugar does to my body (my list ran 25 items long – from painful BMs to night terrors to apathy to cravings) somehow doesn’t keep me from the sugar. It doesn’t!

 

What does work?

 

POSITIVE self-talk. A great attitude. Focusing on how fantastic my body feels when I eat right.

 

I feel…centered.

 

I feel…quiet inside.

 

I feel…strong, muscular, firm, toned.

 

I feel…energetic…I want to bounce up and play with my kids and clean the closet and go for a long walk to admire all my wealthier neighbors beautiful landscaping.

 

I feel…proud.

 

I feel…triumphant.

 

I feel…like ME. The REAL me. The good me. The quiet me. The strong me. The healthy me.

 

The me that God imagined me to be when He knit me together in the womb.

 

So. Here’s the plan. (There’s always a plan. People have been telling me since I was 17 years old that I don’t always have to have a plan. They are wrong. I do.)

 

No more negative talk. No more sad talk. No more wallowing talk. No more “I hate myself,” “I’m such a pig,” or “I can’t say ‘no.’” No fat pictures. And certainly no lists about how bad I feel when I eat sugar.

 

From now on it’s all about the positive.

 

Mantras. That’s what I need. Mantras to repeat and repeat and repeat until they are burned into my brain and seared into my soul and I can never, ever forget them. They will become a part of me.

 

I feel…centered.

 

I feel…quiet inside.

 

I feel…strong, muscular, firm, toned.

 

I feel…energetic…I want to bounce up and play with my kids and clean the closet and go for a long walk.

 

I feel…proud.

 

I feel…triumphant.

 

I feel…like ME.

 

When I eat the way I know I should, when I fuel my body with the fuel God planned for my particular body, when I stay the course (even when it’s sometimes hard), then I can FEEL all those things.

 

Centered, quiet, strong, energetic, proud, triumphant ME.

 

I’m going to do it. Will you do it, too?

 

Kathy

 

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