Poinsettia

My Great Nan was an inspiration to me; she didn't have it easy with a deformed leg all her life which meant she walked with an obvious limp. I recall a day when a large male tried to pick on her, she wasn't phased and defended herself with honour. Her husband died in his 50s and she lost 2 of her 3 children before they were 30. She did NOT let this stop her living, she appreciated what she had and the love she gave me was unconditional. She loved poinsettias.

Last year at Christmas I brought my usual poinsettia but it died within a week. This year my poinsettia lasted all Christmas and is still going. I started to wonder if it was a sign; did fate throw me such a rubbish hand going into 2016 that meant the year was destined to fail? Is that why I let my bad year impact on my weight? Does my living poinsettia mean 2017 is going to be a good one? Even as I write this I'm giggling at myself and can imagine what my Great Nan would say.... "it's a bloody plant and last year you over watered it! This Christmas you learnt from your mistake!" Reality.

All this relates to my weight and how I battle with my own mind. I look for signs to self sabbatage, reasons to fail, excuses and search for why's.

I've weighed this morning and whilst it's 2 stone heavier than August 2015 it's not 7 stone heavier and  it's not back where  i was in 2014.

2017 has to be about Positive mental attitude (PMA).

Off to grab my black coffee and pint of water now, catch you later 💦👍