Brutal Truth
Last night I went to my grandson’s music concert. He was so excited that I was there, and I was excited to be there.
But…
Another wake-up call was waiting for me.
I didn’t fit in the seats.
Not kind of. Not a little. I didn’t fit.
I was slightly embarrassed, but more than anything, I was VERY uncomfortable.
I really enjoyed the concert. The kids were so cute, and seeing Kenny up there participating just made my heart happy.
But I couldn’t relax into the moment.
Because in the back of my mind, something had already shifted.
Years ago, my son called me from college upset because people were calling him fat.
I told him the truth:
“You are fat. So why are you letting the truth bother you?
If you don’t like it, do something about it—but don’t give that truth power over you.”
Over the next year, he lost 80 pounds.
And last night…
I was sitting in a chair I didn’t fit in, realizing I need to take my own advice.
When I went to bed, my mind wasn’t spinning in shame.
It was focused. Clear.
It’s time.
Time to start low carb now that I have a grip on my blood sugar.
Time to get outside and start walking now that the weather is nice.
This morning, the first thought I had when I woke up wasn’t dread.
It was direction.
I could do this. I could do that. Here’s the next step.
But I didn’t rush it.
I still walked through my routine. Made my coffee, took my fasting blood sugar, took my blood pressure, tracked my sleep, and logged everything into my health coach.
Then we talked about the next move.
Low carb for 3–6 months, then keto.
We’ve got two weeks before I can grocery shop, so the plan is to build an 8-week rotating meal plan. Foods I actually like, simple meals, phasing out grains completely.
Next step—movement.
Walking. Light lifting. Wii. Nothing extreme. Just consistent.
Hopefully my pool this year.
I don’t know why this feels easier inside the 365 Days of Me journey, but it does.
I’m more committed here. More focused. More willing to follow through.
It gives me permission to focus on me.
I don’t care who supports it. I don’t care who understands it.
This is not about anyone else.
This is about me saving myself.
This is me making myself important. This is me choosing me. This is me showing up for me the same way I show up for everyone else.
And it feels good.
This wasn’t a rock-bottom moment. This wasn’t shame.
This was clarity.
The kind that doesn’t yell, it just quietly says:
“You already know what to do.”
And this time…
I’m listening.
Journaling Prompts
What is a truth about my current reality that I’ve been softening or avoiding—and what would it look like to face it directly without judgment?
What is one area of my life where I know exactly what to do next, but I haven’t committed to it yet? Why?
If I fully took my own advice—no hesitation, no excuses—what would change in the next 30 days?
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